"Are you scared of me?" He walks closer, leaving a small gap between us. "Yes." I shake "I thought you loved me?" He grabs my wrist with one hand, and uses his finger to lift my chin up, making me look at him "You aren't the person I know. Who are you?" I start to sob. He wipes away my tears and pulls me closer, so his lips reach my ear. "It's me, love. It's just me." He whispers.