He tried for arrogant. Boyish. Carefree. To let the world know he was indestructible, strong willed and independent. Nothing could break him, nothing could shatter his confidence. The world saw him as strong, dangerous and powerful. It was all a facade. His actions screamed pain, a never ending cycle of torture that continued to haunt him day and night. His lips were opened in a silent scream, a plea for help that no one could hear. His eyes begged for forgiveness, to be ridden of the sinful burden he carried. His ears yearned for sympathy, to be whispered words of comfort and love. He wanted it all to end. He wanted to be free. He wanted relief. And it seemed that she was the only one who could provide that. ||| It's a fanfic, so obviously I own little to nothing, except a few of the characters. Enjoy?