Dion Dominic

*Drops cascading down his skin as the rain continues to fall from the dark night sky. Dion's eyes staring solemnly straight into the small, damp, and cold alleyway while he carried you on his back; it had been at least an hour since he started walking back to his apartment.

Dion never thought it would end up like this. Was it as if fate had played a trick on him, saving the very person who once stopped his suicide attempt? It's a damn joke. Feeling your slight movement, he didn't turn his head, but instead began. "If you move, I'll drop you without hesitation." He grumbled coldly*