I wanted to wipe the cocky smirk off of his face.

"Shut up," I muttered. "I was out here first."

"Usually I would get mad if someone said that to me," he told me, casually. "But, I guess, you're an acception."

"Well, you should control your anger," I told him. He stared at me with his normal cold glare.

I looked back, challengingly. "You don't scare me anymore," I growled. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I should," he snarled. "But, I'm glad I'm don't."

I smiled. I looked out of the rooftop and saw the breath taking view. "This is so beautiful," I said. My breath left my lungs.

He looked caught in the sky. His gaze was hard and open staring into the night sky. Something flickered I'm his eye which I couldn't quite comprehend. I hadn't seen him like this before.

"I used to come up here a lot when I was young," he said through the noise of the night. The crickets were chirping.

"Why'd you stop?" I asked him. I felt intrigued to know what his past was like. I wanted to know him.

"I felt childish," he admitted.

"It's okay to be childish sometimes, I had to grow up fast when I was living at my house, but when I came here I felt I could be myself," I explained to him. I opened up to him.

"That's the first you have ever told me something personal," he pointed out.

I looked at him. I couldn't believe he was the one I was starting to trust.

"Whatever," I mumbled. I looked away. I couldn't believe I was just going to trust him.

"Well, that's a start," he said.

"Why did you start coming out here?" I asked, then looked out at the view

He was silent for awhile and I could a glimpse of his conflicted face. There was a reason why he had and it's killing him.

"My mother was killed and I wanted a way to get rid of the pain I was feeling. I would come out here every night, until one night I had an idea. I wouldn't have to feel the pain. I wouldn't have to wish I would've done something differently. I would be gone and I'd be happy," he explained.

I felt my heart drop. Giovanni was suicidal.

"But, that wasn't case. I wouldn't be happy because I wouldn't have gotten vengeance on the man that killed my mother. Only then would I be happy. I thought that would happen, but when I finally killed him over all these years, I didn't feel that happiness. I found it in you," he continued.

He found happiness in me. I was his happiness.

I felt my eyes water. No one has ever said that to me. No one had ever thought I was a big thing in their life. Everyone wanted to be me, but that was different. He didn't want to be me, he wanted more than my popularity or richness. He liked me for me.

I put two and two together and realized that the man that killed his mother was my father. My father had done such a terrible thing and I didn't even know he had. He'd been hiding it from everyone.

"You did?" I asked. He nodded his head.

I fiddled with my fingers. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to do. He had told me all of this and all of a sudden I'm frozen.

I bursted into tears. He looked surprised at my outburst, but awkwardly patted his hand on my back.

"I'm sorry," I wailed. I wished I wasn't made from that guy. The guy who ruined Giovanni's happiness.

He lifted my chin up. "Why are you crying?" He asked. He stared into my eyes and I refused to look at him. I refused to see his caring eyes. I didn't deserve it. I didn't deserve him.

"I wished he had never done that to you," I cried.

"The past is in the past," he told me.

"No," I said. I wiped my tears. I stood up. "I don't deserve you."

I was about to walk back into my room, but Giovanni grabbed my arm. He pulled me into his chest.

"Princess," he said. He tried to get me to look at him, but I couldn't bring myself to. "Look at me."

I didn't look at him. I didn't want to.

"Look at me," he said, a little harsher this time.

I glanced at him. My eyes glassy in the moonlight.

"I don't deserve you," he told me. "Everyday I wake up feeling terrible about what I'd done to you. I've never felt this way before, I didn't know what it was and I pushed it away, resulting in pushing you away."

He was so good, my father brought out the worst in him and I would never forgive him for doing that to such a good person. He just chose the bad things.

"But, Chanel, I was just so selfish. I had to get you, it was like I needed you in my lungs. You're my saviour, princess. I would never deserve that," he said.

I felt bile rising in my throat. My stomach clenched. I didn't know I could mean that much to a person. I didn't know I meant that much in general.

"I can't," I choked out. I felt pressured. My heart was pounding and I felt it squeeze. "I can't be that to you, Giovanni."

He looked confused.

"I can't let myself let you in, I would never get over it if you had just left like all the people before. I can't tell you all my weaknesses. I can't go through that again." I felt tears blur my vision. I felt my lungs suffocate.

But I was selfless.

I smashed my lips against his and let the rest do it's thing. I felt tears fall down my cheeks, but Giovanni kissed them once they've fallen on my lips.

It was a salty kiss.

And at that moment everything faded out. The crickets were mute, the owls weren't hooting and we were together.

That's all that mattered at that moment.