“Until I met that girl again. Until I saw her face in a dark place- alone, at night. Until I yelled curses at her, pulled out a knife, and watched her cry again. She was afraid I was going to kill her... I was afraid I was going to kill her, too." he said, his eyes filled with memories of realization and regret.
“Please,” she said to me. “Please, I'm sorry for your father. But please don't hurt me.”
“I hadn't known that she recognized me, too. It had been years, but when she looked at me, she still saw the scared eyes of a child losing his father."
XD I've been writing like this for the last thousand words or so.
Which is funny, because it has nothing to do with the plot.
Just the main love interest who my MC currently hates, talking about his past.
It's just like,
'"I used to hate nobles, because this one dude was a noble who killed my father. I hated ALL THE NOBLES. Even the nice one who cried for me. But that was wrong. And this is why I don't hate nobles anymore. This has nothing to do with the plot. WORDCOUNT!'"