When you met him, you were a lost little boy who was afraid. You had to let everything behind you and run away with men you didn't know. Men who promised you a better life. A life that your mother wanted for you. So she let you go. Because she wanted you to have a better life than she had. You ran with them and then you met him. He impressed you. You didn't know what to do, what to say. You wanted to break the tension. But he was the one who broke it.
« Here is my hand, he said when he smiled at you and presented you his hand. Here is my hand that will never harm you. »
But that was a long time ago. Now everything has changed. And you know it's your fault. Because he kept his promise. And you betrayed him. You destroyed everything he held dear in his life. So he has every right to harm you. But the saddest thing is that he held his promise : he didn't harm you with his hand. But his words… His words hurt more than his hand could.