I opened my eyes and swam over to the edge of the pool where Roman was lounging on a chair, reading. I looked up, waiting for him to acknowledge me. His eyes stayed glued on the book. I got out of the pool and stood directly in front of him. He laid the book on his stomach and looked up at me. "What is it, my love?". I frowned, almost feeling offended. Why would he call me that when he doesn't love me.
I scoffed, "forget it". He grabbed my wrist, yanking me into his lap. "Did I offend you" he muttered into my neck. My body tensed up at the sudden contact. I clenched my fists, trying to contain my anger. He slid his right hand over mine, trying to get me to hold his. I relaxed my hand, allowing him to slip into mine. "I'll say this one time and one time only, I care for you a lot more than anyone else. I will kill for you but I will not die for you, take that information however you want". I guess that's all a psychopath could offer.
I positioned myself to where I was laying against his chest. He held me, gently trailing his hand up and down my arm. "I have a question". He made a small humming sound, "hmm?". I hesitated to ask, I didn't want him to suddenly turn cold like he always does when I ask something too 'personal'. "How does it feel not being able to have normal emotions?". He sighed, "Knowing you, you'll get upset". I smiled sadly, "I've already accepted that you can't love me, what's next you tell me you've had thoughts of murdering me in my sleep" I half-joked. "What would I gain from killing the only person that understands me?". I raised my eyebrow, "what makes you think I understand you". "Because you and I are the same".