He was like a bright light.
He was the only reason I yearned to live.
I loved with my entire heart.
But wasn't it enough?
My form of love, he hated it.
And I hated her.
How will this end?
I will play my violin until the end.
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Pouf, The Most Hated Butterfly
FanficHis love language was too different for the world. His love was too strong for the world to understand it. The world hated him and he suffered for it. So if he survives, how will he navigate the world alone? Story of Pouf (In diary format) -the chap...