“I went to hell and back, alone! For you!” Deven yelled.

She had dagger held to his throat. He didn’t care anymore. Tears were falling down his face.

“I didn’t mean for it to go like this. Dev, I-“

“Don’t call me Dev. You are holding a dagger to my throat. The love of my life who I thought was who I loved. When you said you loved me…did you ever mean it?” Devens voice broke.

“Once yes. But only once.” She said with a broken look in her eyes.

“When?” Deven asked.

“The last time I said it. Im sorry deven. I didn’t mean to fall in love. It-“

“I understand, go finish it. I won’t keep you.” Deven smiled letting tears dry, he was loved once. At least he will die knowing so.

“I love you Deven.”