A soft, rueful smile touched Benjamin's lips.
[I know it is naive, but I am beginning to think there might be no truly "bad" people in the world. Maybe everyone has that one painful thing—or a series of unbelievable circumstances—that shaped them into who they are. Who knows, I might have murdered my relatives for abandoning me as a kid... Nevertheless; I did not expect things to turn out like this, but… I am very interested and in love with Marina now. And I want her, along with all my other lovers, to live a life free from pain, suffering, and isolation.]
Benjamin remained reclined against the sturdy wooden headboard of Marina's bed, his fingers still loosely intertwined with hers in the warm, lingering aftermath of their exhaustive night together.
The soft morning light filtering through the windows cast gentle golden patterns across their bodies and the thoroughly ruined sheets.
