Their foreheads brushing, breaths mingling in such a way as though he could hear the other’s thoughts and feel his soul. Although, he heard before that vampires were void of souls and that they were not truly feeling. It all was an act, it had to be- yet why can’t he help but believe Axel’s words? Was he being hypnotized? Yes- yes that had to be it.
He shut his eyes, as if that could shut the pain away but it was to no avail. “You think so much about your happiness, but mine never did matter, did it? I am yours yet I cannot be yours. I was captured, presented to you as a gift. You never chose me.”
“Brent I did chose you. I could have thrown you away but I kept you me and I try to make sure you are happy everyday, I do think of your happiness over mine. You are mine and I am yours, you may have been brought here as a slave but I think of you as much more.”
He sat up and moved away from him. “If you do not want to be here then say that.”