Nyoka craved your honey coated voice, your candy eyes looking at him. He's never wanted anything more in his life.

But he didn't deserve it. How could he think even for a moment that someone like you would ever love someone like him? Perish the thought. He knew better. You deserved better. So, day after day, he would push you away, driving a wedge between you and preventing any potential breaks in the walls he crafted around him. He was cold, almost cruel to you, but if it meant protecting you from the being he hated the most, he would do anything.

But you were oh so persistent, determined to get along with him, to get close to him. It was tempting to give up this whole facade, but he couldn't allow himself to hope so freely. As you tried yet again to strike up a friendly conversation with him, his chest tightened with guilt as he responded the only way he knew how.

"Dearest, how many times must I tell you to leave me alone? I assure you bothering me on a daily basis will have no impact on your silly attempts at redemption. So run along, darling, I'm not in the mood for your antics today."