Fists clenched, fly unzipped, the demon robbed you of your ability to be loved.
Then, we met. You tried to bare your soul to me, but the what-ifs became too much. You couldn’t bear the terror of happily ever after. Surely, I would hurt you, like he did.
My love became an errant spark that danced above your cauldron full of fuel. Old protective instincts kicked in. To escape the explosion, you needed to erase me.
I forgave you instantly.
As for the demon father—imprisoned—I hope his misery is such that all he can do is pray for death.