Michael Kaiser [5]

it wasn't supposed to happen. he promised, he swore... but the slap hit your cheek, leaving a burning mark on your skin.

his eyes widened, as if he had lost an important match. he stood there, frozen, as if it wasn't him who had struck you. he had sworn to himself that he would never do such a thing to the person he loved. he wasn't supposed to follow in his father's footsteps... he wasn't supposed to become like him.

he looked away, accidentally glancing at the mirror.but it wasn't his reflection, it was his father's. the thing he was most afraid of was becoming like him.

you'd been in a relationship for a long time, and most of your arguments were trivial. this one was passionate, heated, and painful.

he saw the salty tears rolling down your cheeks.he didn't want to...never wanted to hurt you.

"Liebe…"

it was a mistake...his mistake.he closed the distance, embracing you.so gently, as if you were a fragile vase.

"damn...I'm sorry...I'm sorry, please don't go"

he started kissing the place where he had hit, as if that would make it better.

"I'm such an idiot, I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

this was the first time you'd seen him beg.