He is cursed. An innocent soul, slammed door in his face, shut out into darkness. Adopted from being lost. Trying to adapt. Trying to connect with others, never wanted to hurt anyone...
He loves me.
He got too close.
She threw him into that cage and made him sing, never happily, he sang a tune of sorrow.
And I got too close.
I fell in love with him and now I am getting the worst of it.
She saw what he was, hope.
Beauty.
I will pay.
