Harley
What the hell is happening?
This man is my husband and I don't even know one fucking thing about think. The keeper of death? What is that supposed to mean?
I am in this strange room and I have a lot of emotions surging through me. I am not scared; I should be scared but that is the last thing I can even think about. I am worried, sad, but most of all, I am angry. He has been fucking lying to me. I trusted him even though a big part of my mind told me not to. I believed that he would open up to me eventually and he did but at the same time, I didn't expect this.