[cσm•pul•síσn - . . . an irresistible urge to behave in a certain way, especially against one's conscious wishes.] "I did this for you baby." He whispered, reaching out for me. "All of this, every single last thing was for you. I would do anything for you even if it means killing every man who looks your way because I love you." "No, it's not because you love me. It's because you're a sick bastard." I said wiping the tears off my face. His smirk drops and he grabs me by my arm. "I'll show you sick bastard, my love." She felt like moving to New York City was the best she could do to get away from the problems in her life and start over. So she did but she's met with the newest and quite frankly biggest problem in her life. Was moving here a mistake? Or was it another bump in the road in her life?