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Started December 08, 2018 by Deleted user

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"You quite literally almost killed me."

Connor's face was blank. "What?"

"My father was abusive of your body whole he was controlling you."

"Oh." He turned bright red. "Uh… sorry."

"I know it wasn't you, but in that moment, when you had a sword pointed at my throat, I truly thought that I was going to die at your hands."

Connor turned to lay on his back. “Oh.” What else had he done under the mind control?

"My father shot you. Did you know that? That's how you died. And I couldn't stand it. So I traded myself."

“I died?” he asked, looking back over at her.

"Yep," Raven replied, a tear falling down her cheek. You could hear the emotion in her voice. "And to save you, I gave myself to my father. If he wanted to kill me, he could."

Connor moved closer to her. “How could I give up a girl who would die for me?” he asked softly, brushing her hair away from her face.

Raven wasn't finished. "I let him take control of my body on the condition that he brought you back in your own mind. He made me fight you, but not kill you. And then he made me fall from up there."

"And I saved you," Connor recalled. "So we're even then."

"I guess."

"So… wanna be my girlfriend? Again. Even though we both almost killed each other… but then saved each other?"

"I wasn't aware that we broke up," Raven replied.

Connor shrugged. "We didn't. Official unofficial fresh start."

"My father used to be loving," Raven said suddenly.

"What happened?" he asked. "Sorry, you don't have to answer if you don't want to…"

Raven took Connor's hand and they were transported to an abandoned mill house. "My father used to love me and my mother equally. He was an artist."

Connor looked around, holding her hand tightly.

"When we moved to America from here in Paris, he suddenly hated me. He started making a loving with his magic. He loved my mother but saw me as a burden. Anything that happened to my mother, he blamed me for, even a small cut. He never did anything because my mother was around."

Connor let her speak, simply being there to listen and as an outlet, holding her hand and allowing her to squeeze it.

"This is the Paris of my childhood," Raven sang. "These were the borders of my life
In this crumbling, dusty attic
Where an artist loved his wife
Easy to remember, harder to move on
Knowing that the Paris of my childhood is gone."

He kissed her hair and murmured, "Très belle."

"Ma mère me manque," Raven whispered.