I loved her. I still do. But it's because I love her that I had to let her go. Now all that is left in her wake is pain, anger, suffering. A hole that I can never fill. A feeling of emptiness and numbness the likes of which I have never experienced. I made myself this way and that is just the price of love.

For as long as he can remember, Foxy has been alone. Never a person of consequence. A loner. So cold and distant that you would question whether he was every really there. But something changed. The loving kindness of one girl drew Foxy out of his darkness, to stand in the light.

The curtains had closed on his display... No one wanted to see him anymore... "You know that you're not alone." "I've always been alone."

Hello reader. This story is in no way related to any other of my stories. This is simply for a small contest between two friends. Please enjoy and prepare yourself, because you're about to get hit right in the feels.