"Excuse me..." Jon put his cup of hot chocolate on the table and ran to the bathroom.

Renee heard him throw up and became extremely concerned. She walked up to the bathroom door, folded her arms, and stood across from the door.

Jon cleaned himself up, flushed the toilet, and washed his hands and splashed his face with water. He was a bit surprised to see Renee standing across the hallway waiting for him.

"You alright?" she asked.

Jon shook his head as he began to walk towards the front door. He picked up his bag and turned to look at Renee.

"Why are you leaving?"

"I can't...look, I know you...need somebody to comfort you...but I don't think I can stay..."

Renee sat down on the couch and put her hands into her lap. Shaking her head to herself, she stared at the ground as she spoke to Jon.

"I understand...trust me, I do. If you don't want to stay that's fine. That's fine. I felt like I've forced you to stay. Hell, we even had sex and we've only known each other for two days. Just leave. You don't deserve to have like a headache like me bothering you."

Jon sat his bags back down on the floor and joined Renee on the couch. The real reason he had wanted to leave is because he had sex with the very woman who was the girlfriend of the man he killed in the alleyway. No way was he going to tell her that, given that she's still grieving over the loss of her son and boyfriend. Despite this, Jon decided to stay the night with Renee.

"You're not bothering me...I just need to lie down for the night and so do you."

"Yeah. You sure you'll be alright?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. Goodnight." Renee pecked Jon on the cheek before heading off to bed. Renee came back with a blanket and pillows for Jon. "Almost forgot."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

"Night."

"Night."

Jon rest his head on the pillow and stared straight up at the ceiling even though it was pitch black dark. He still had a sick feeling in his stomach that was preventing him from falling asleep. Sooner or later, he would have to come clean with his confession. He killed Renee's boyfriend and he slept with Renee, the deceased man's girlfriend, who also had a child with her who was dead, which made him even more sick to his stomach. Jon threw the covers off of him and went to the bathroom. He turned on the faucet and doused his face with cold water then patted his face dry. Opening the door to make sure Renee hadn't gotten up to check on him, he went back to the living room and turned on the light. He slipped on his shoes, threw on his hoodie, and grabbed his keys. He didn't want to leave the door unlocked but he had to if he wanted to get back into the house and not wake Renee. Jon got into his car and drove around town to get his mind off of what he did. When he passed by the alleyway behind the buffet where he committed his crime, he sped up to get passed that pace. He stopped to get some food since he became hungry and went back to Renee's house. Despite wanting to go back to his own place, he decided to go back to Renee's house and stay with her. It was only for one night anyways.

The next day, Jon drove Renee to wherever she had to go in regards to getting funeral arrangements for her son.

Jon tried to remain out of the way while Renee took care of everything but still offered his support and helped out when she asked him to.

Even during the small funeral for the kid, Jon cried. He couldn't help but say "I'm so sorry this happened to you" quietly as he held Renee up so that she wouldn't pass out from crying. He was sad that the boy was gone and that his father was gone too, thanks to him. He was apologizing for taking the boy's father away from him. Renee had told him that her son didn't want to stay at home much because his father was there. Jon felt responsible for part of the grief Renee was going through and he took responsibility for his actions. For now, he was comforting Renee and making sure she was okay.

Over the next few weeks, Jon and Renee found themselves getting closer to each other. Very close.

One morning, they woke up in each other's arms. The previous night was filled with passionate sex that the two of them would definitely not forget.

"Good morning," Jon said.

"Good morning," Renee said. "Sleep well?"

"Hell yeah. After that wonderful sex session? Did you?"

"Yup." Renee kissed Jon on his lips and put her hand on his chest. "I have something I want to ask you."

"Sure."

"Is it possible...to live with you? I don't want to stay here anymore."

Stay with him? Jon didn't know what to say but deep down he knew he couldn't so no. He definitely understood why she didn't want to stay in the house anymore. His mouth and his heart wouldn't let him say no to Renee.

"Of course. I understand you want to move out."

"Thank you. Oh, and this weekend is the last time I'm living here since I sold the house."

"Working quite fast are you?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry I didn't say anything about selling the house to you sooner. Can you forgive me?"

"You don't have to say that, Renee. But I am glad you told me now because now I can be prepared to make room for you."

"Thank you, Jon. What would I do without you?"

"I don't know. But I'm glad we crossed paths."

"Me too."

Renee wolfed down her Chinese food once her and Jon settled down for dinner. They had spent all day moving and moving and finally they could relax and eat. Her and Jon didn't say much at first as they ate their food.

Jon took a long chug of his Sprite and burped.

"Excuse me," he said.

"It's all good. I'm just happy I can finally eat," Renee said.

"I don't even have to ask if you're enjoying the food," Jon said.

"I am. Are you?"

"Yup!" Jon took a drink of water from his water bottle and continued eating. He noticed that the expression on Renee's face had went from happy to somber in a few minutes. "What's wrong?"

Renee poked at her sesame chicken and shook her head.

"Do you think I'm rushing things? I mean, we officially became boyfriend and girlfriend last week. Even though I love you very much, I feel as if I've moved on too fast."

"Don't feel bad. If you don't want to be with me anymore, that's fine. I'll help you find a place just for you if you don't want to be here with me. No hard feelings. No hard feelings at all." Jon reached over the table and placed a hand on Renee's.

"Thanks. But even though part of me feels like I moved on too fast, I still want to be with you. I'm sure Phil would still want me to be happy."

"He would. I know." Jon gently squeezed Renee's hand and mustered a smile. "Continue eating. It's funny how excited you are."

Renee's laugh was music to Jon's ears and he smiled even bigger.

"I'm glad I'm living with you. I'm glad I met you period."

"Me too."

Jon silently vowed to make it his mission to make Renee happy no matter what. Even though he was still a murderer and he was now the victim's boyfriend, Jon believed the least he could do was make Renee happy. This would also mean that he would have to stop robbing liquor stores. If Jon was truly going to try to be a better person, he would have to dump his bad habits.

Sometime past 2 a.m. in the morning:

Jon looked out at the moon and the light from the moon that blanketed the river in front of him. He was standing on the sidewalk on the bridge above the water, with his gun and pocket knife in his hands. He looked down at his hands and shook his head in disgust. He didn't want to ever see these two things again and the more he looked at them, the more disgusted he became. The gun he used to commit robberies with and the knife he used to kill Phil needed to disappear forever. Jon hurled both the gun and pocketknife into the river and watched as they splashed into the water.

From here on out, he was definitely going to turn over a new leaf.