Luca kept quiet as Zoe began to bandage up his hand, the blood trailing down his arms beginning to dry out already. Luca made no clear movement to prevent her —— he couldn’t describe the way that he felt when Zoe continued to act lovingly toward him after he did something violent. It was as if she made it seem okay for him to let out his anger in ways that he wasn’t especially proud of, when he was more than aware that they were unacceptable. It was as if Luca couldn’t help it. “Y—Yeah, Zo,” he mumbled, moving his fingers around a little, trying to evoke feeling into them. “They’re perfect. Don’t worry about it.” He leant back in his chair as Zoe still held onto it, her tiny fingers wrapped around his larger, now-bandaged ones. “I’m sorry for doing that.” Luca was all too aware that he, at the age of nineteen, a father, shouldn’t have been acting violent in the slightest towards any living being. If people knew, they’d start to make assumptions and come to the conclusion that Luca acted in this way toward his son — his precious son, the very first time he’d experienced love at first sight. Or genuine love at all, for that matter. it wasn’t that he cared about Zoe any less than Luca, but the violence was all that he knew. It was the type of behaviour he’d grown up with his whole life. “I—I’m really, really sorry, I really am.” Luca’s voice cracked, seemingly analysing the person he’d become, and the person he’d almost become a copy off. “God, I’m such a bastard.”
{ ♡ };; Zoe sighed quietly as she stroke his bandaged fingers, somehow believing that it would get better like that. She always tried to make things better, to even talk them better. Zoe just didn’t want Luca to feel guilty in any way. If it would be bothering her so much, she could simply leave him too. There was nothing that was holding her back from it. Well, maybe Luca would if she’d actually decide to do so but otherwise, she was free to leave whenever she wanted to. But maybe it was also the fear that made her stay. Did she even still really love him? Zoe had no answer to that question. How do you tell if you love someone that isn’t treating you like everyone else anyway? It was just really hard, but Zoe liked to believe she still felt the same as in the begining of their relationship. “Don’t be sorry babe, it was my fault.”, she muttered, giving him a reassuring smile — as always, not wanting him to feel guilty in any way. “Babe shh.” Zoe couldn’t exactly deny it, he really had changed to the worse. But it was no option to agree with him if she wanted to stay without any new bruises on her body. “Do you still want to eat or should we watch TV or go to sleep?”, she questioned him now, quickly changing the subject. Maybe they’d get a bit closer again if she always tried to not talk about their problems — about his problems. It would be way easier for both of them.
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