No I don't own GS.
He never loved her, but he needed her.
He didn't need what she gave him, but he wanted it.
If only for a moment to forget all his troubles, he would bury himself in the curves of her body.
It wasn't her body he needed, but the warmth that it gave him.
The fake solace he found while possessing her body; that was all it mattered.
All he wanted from her was the comfort she gave him. A comfort she pretended to give him. She never loved him either.
He didn't care, he was so broken, even fake words of love where better than nothing, but something like that couldn't last. It was like going to a whore. No insult intended.
Finally, at his darkest hour, at the time when she could no longer withheld him, kind words of acknowledgement were heard.
Sometimes he still has nightmares over her, but she's in the past. Somebody else occupies his heart now.
He didn't love her, yet he did.
It wasn't love; it was just two kids playing a game of love.
But now she was dead, and he had moved on.
Someone had come to take away all his fears. To tell him real words of comfort that came from the heart. No ulterior motives, just simple kindness.
He couldn't thank her enough. She had come to pull him from his self-inflicted punishment.
She let the other's dad die and he believed he deserved to be used and suffer the way he did.
He let her use him. He needed to feel important, even if he knew that it was not true.
But luckily for him, there was someone there for him. Someone that would only love him.
Yea, he had his friends and sister, but those feelings couldn't fill the void in his heart. It was different. That wasn't the love he needed to heal his broken heart.
There was no way to ever repay her kindness.