You sadistic piece of shit! Can't go soft once! That soul of his, kept locked in a cold metal box! ... He isn't as he seems, they say. They're.. half right. He isn't one to decide, no. There will always be a second thought beside. Well, is it possible to soften him up? Seems impossible, yes, but it has happened once. Now, he isn't a picky one. It's the hesitsnce and self hate at fault. Yet he isn't all good, there is still some ignorance in him. Ah, stubborn fella. Funny isn't it? 










Anyone can have friends. Will have friend. Others may not want friends. That's okay. He isn't as sociable as his 'zodiatic sign' tells. Poor guy's struggling. That wouldn't stop THEM from jumping into his life. Again. Apparently they had talked once before, never again after until that day. It was one of those few people He had attempted to make friends with. They had come to life! A rare coincidence in His view. 





Days, no, months gone by, their bond had grown greatly. He had grown attached to them. As so have they, or so they said. He believed there could only be one. One special fire able to warm his soul up, turn it soft. Here he was, feeling for a second fire. Amazing, isn't it? It was like a dream, he thought. It didn't feel real. They didn't feel real. Was this a game..?