I sat, looking at him and didn't move a muscle.
"Well" He said " Go on then! If you wanna leave so bad! Go!"
"I-I can't"
His mouth formed into a sinister smirk.
"I knew it" He chuckled crouching down next to me " Tell me darling, why won't you leave?"
"I- I don't know"
"Liar"
He grabbed my jaw pulling ny head up to look at him.
"Tell me"
"I couldn't help it" I sobbed "When my memory was gone, I couldn't help it, I fel for you"
"Now tell me love, would you rather leave or stay"
"I- don't know"
"Yes, you do" he said " if you really wanted to leave then you would have when you got the chance"
Not a single thing he had said was a lie. I didn't want to leave him because he was so nice to me. He looked after me and made me feel loved. The only thing that was stopping me from running straight to him was the fact that he had ruined my life to be with me. And yet, I was conflicted.
"I wanna stay with you" I said "but..."
"But? Who said you were to make the conditions darling?"
"Because you need me"
He sighed "Fine, what?"
"I will stay with you, but you have to stop the psychotic behaviour"
"What do you mean psychotic?"
"No wiping my memory, you can't take me anywhere, hold me against my will or do anything I don't want you too. Just be normal, like a normal relationship, no nonsense"
He thought for a minute, brushing his hair back out of his face.
"Ok, fine, I can do that" he nodded.
"Really?"
"Yeah"
I hugged him, sinking into his hold.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gone so far I just, couldn't take it..."
"It's ok, just promise you won't do that ever again"
"I promise"
"Good"