(Munch's Point of View)

I laid next to Theo, her breathing was keeping me at ease, and watched the moon grace her face. It only seemed when she was sleep, she was at peace the most lately. He eyes were never far away from the nearest exit and her phone was never far away from her hand. Even as we laid together, her phone was charging on the table next to her bed. A kinky lock of hair landed near her mouth, I moved it and kissed her before rolling over and looking at the moon. She snored lightly, telling me she was in a deep slumber. She must have been exhausted from always being on her guard, or from what we did almost two hours ago.

She felt good; her body was warm and soft, and her moans were like music in my ears. Her eyes were closed most of the time, arched her back and neck away from me but my eyes never left her face. When she released, I felt her shutter underneath my hands, it was so sexy. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she did it again, her moans getting louder and more elaborate than just saying my name. She was gentle, not too rough but not too soft—I think she was shy because this was her first time. When we were done, she collapsed against my chest, sweat dabbled her forehead and her breathing rough and heavy. I kissed her forehead, but she didn't seem to notice or care, she was too busy, I suppose, catching her breath.

I got out of the bed, it was almost midnight and I didn't want to wake her up by leaving the apartment. Besides, I could stare at her face forever. I went to the kitchen and poured me a glass of water. Did I just have sex with a young woman who was mentally and physically damaged? Did I just make a mistake? Even if it was a mistake, it was the best one to happen in my life. Her stitches stretched all around her side and as we laid in bed, as she was drifting off to sleep, I traced it with my finger. She giggled at this before closing her eyes and soon after, starting to snore.

I placed my glass in the sink and stretched. I heard a pair of feet enter the kitchen behind me and upon turning around, I saw Theo tiredly making her way over to me. She had no shirt or bra on, just a pair of shorts.

"Leaving so soon?" She asked, almost like she expected it of me.

I shook my head. "No, I might leave around three, so I can head back to my place and get ready for work but not just yet."

"In speaking of work," She held her head high but in her eyes, I could see worry written all in them. "We can't talk about this, ever."

"Why not?" She raised an eyebrow and I clarified. "Between us, why can't we talk about this between us?"
"Because it was a one-time thing I was weak."

"Oh," I sighed. "You regret having sex with me."
"No, of course not, but I don't want it to happen again," Her eyes were truthful but for some reason, I was heartbroken about this fact. I really cared about that girl and I wanted her to be happy, but I wanted her to be happy with me. She reached to touch my face, but I backed away, a little hurt by her decision to not talk about what happened a few hours ago. I didn't want her to be the type of girl that thought sex was just something to do, not something to love. Though, she may have thought that already with her past. "John," She said my name and when I didn't respond, she said it with a little more fervor. "JOHN!"

"What?!"

"What's wrong with you?" She demanded. "Why are you mad at me? What did I do?"

I shook my head and walked past her. I knew she was never going to want to be with me; I was too old, not in her league (though, I think she didn't know she had a league,) and she thought she had too much baggage with her. However, a part of me thought there was a chance she would… just maybe she would...

"John!" She stomped her foot on the ground. I stopped walking. "Look, I am sure everyone in this apartment can hear me yell at you! We have thin walls, you know?!" I turned around to see Theo's face twisted in anger. She was trying to talk to me, but I just shut down. I remember the hurt that showed on her face when she watched me turn around. "John, wait!" I opened the door. "Where are you going?!" I put my shoes on, which were placed right near the door. "Let me explain to you—" That's all I heard before I closed the door on her.

I didn't care about how she felt. All I could feel was that she was never going to love me as much as I loved her. And I still, to this day, love her.