"The waves of my despair quickly overcome me until I was on my knees in defeat. It was all so unfair, why had this happened to me? The silence was overwhelming, not a single word nor noise made, I was left to deal with the weight of his words. I truly am what he thought of me. I know that now, I will never be normal, nor loved. For what monster deserves the right to love? I clutched my knees to my chest as I wept, This was it, this was how I would would meet my end. Curled up and sobbing as the man of justice came down upon me with his mighty blade. I was a sitting duck, and all because of him. Although I would never for a minute blame him, every time I tried to memories and thoughts stop me. His smile, the way one corner of his mouth would lift, the other following in a crooked, dimpled grin. His laugh, the way his chest would bounce with it and the way his eyes sparkled. His tears, as he told me what hurts him the most. His arms as they held me when I broke down. His strength as he took control of situations. His face when he told me the words that would echo in the back of my head up to my very last moments. Those words would play over and over again, overlapping, but they were all him. His voice would haunt me until the blade had come down. I knew that my smile and voice would haunt him as well, that's how I know he really cared even if for just a minute. He did care. And then the blade clattered to the ground." ~An excerpt from "Badlands"