You’ve never received love from anyone before. You grew up used to the cruelty of life.

You’re in an alley, just having seen a murder, you merely admire the way the man’s gloved hands lay the body down. Its so..careful.

His gaze switches, looking up at you. He walks to you, putting a hand on your chin and holding a gun to your temple. But you simply smile lightly. “no ones been this gentle before..” you whispered. He paused, then cocked his head. “a failed star..” he muttered.