He was ugly. Deformed. And... another r word that he didn't like to say.

That's what everyone called Thomas when he was growing up. He started to think that they were right.

Love never came easily.

Until for whatever reason, you started coming into the shop where he worked.

Suddenly he was feeling his heart flutter and loving the lingering touch on his large hands you'd leave.

One thing led to another and he took you home.

Afterwards.. you idly touched his mask. He grabbed your wrist. "Don't touch." His raspy voice said.