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Sebastian's POV I was glad that things were settled with khalifa, but there was also the burden of knowing I was being a freeloader. The bags under her eyes grew everyday from guilt and there were times when I ran into her staring into blankness or waking up when it's past midnight to make a meal. The woman I loved shouldn't be unhappy, but I lacked everything possible to make her happy. Of only I my real parents would just come as Orihime's dad described and I'd be the key to some massive generational wealth, I knew for sure that Khalifa would be more than glad for the elevated status and she would no longer feel like we had to rely on her bestfriend's family to maintain her lifestyle. I glanced at my fake Cartier watch. I was suddenly thrown out of the life style I was adopted