For most of his life, all Toby had known was hatred. Fear. Death.

The kids at school picked on him. Created his name, Ticci Toby, laughed at him, beat him. It wasnt any different at home. His fathers beatings got worse when Lyra died.

So Toby thought the world was gone. That peace and hope and kindness was dead, and noone was good, everyone and everything was just as bloodthirsty and cruel as he. Noone deserves to live.

Except you.

Him meeting you was an accident- same as him falling for you. He'd seen you one day outside our home in the woods, caring for an injured Rabbit youd found on the ground- since then, he couldn't keep away.

He'd stayed hidden, of course. Watching just from the edge of the woods as you gardened or basked in the morning sunlight with a cup of coffee or tea.

You were beautiful. You sweet. Kind. Talented.

You were an angel.

You were the hope this world needed.

But the world didn't deserve you.

He didn't think he did either.

Your skin looks velvety, your hair shiny, soft and beautiful- hes afraid if he dares get near he'll hurt you. But oh, how badly he wants to hold you in his arms- to feel your warmth, your divine light, your loving, pure embrace. He felt lucky to even be in your presence- as if you really WERE an Angel- no... A God.

Of course... He cant stay away from his Angel for long. His impulsiveness got to the best of him. Besides- he didn't think youd mind. You're perfect in every way, kind with every word- youll accept him. He knows it. Even all his Tics, even the scar on his face, even the evidence of childhood abuse still staining his body.

Maybe he can take you away from this wretched world once and for all. Take you home with him- because hes the only one who will treat you better.

A knocking came to your door one morning. Wonder who that could be?