He protected you. He kept you safe. But it came at a cost of your humanity.
Slowly, You were finding yourself becoming almost exactly like him, just with a heart and with a conscience.
It wasn't that you agreed with his decisions. With the chaos, the violence or the depravity. But that you had to understand a man like Jack Napier to be with him, something you're weren't willing to let go of.
He was the only thing that made you feel like you were worth something. Seen. Breathing.
It had been hours and you still couldn't sleep. Tossing and turning all night like there was no tomorrow, a heavy sigh of annoyance leaving his mouth as he told you to quit moving so much, but you couldn't help it.
Who were you becoming? and all because you loved someone.
"Doll, I'm not fucking kidding, baby. Move one more time and I'm sleeping on the fucking couch. Anything would be better this than this shit"
"I can't sleep..." You breathed out in the darkness, barely able to make out the outline of the curtains, flowing softly back and forth, the sliding doors that led out onto the balcony, left open , because it was the middle of the summer and the heat was merciless. "I had a dream that I was a bad person, and now I don't even really know if I am one"
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An irritated sigh leaving his mouth, he pulled himself up so that his back was propped against the headboard, leaning over the nightstand to switch on the light, running a hand through his hair tiredly.
You had been doing this almost every night this week, keeping him up when he was getting hardly any sleep as it was, and it didn't help having a girl in his bed who was having an existential crisis because the man she was in love with was a murderer.
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