porcelain mask was lying in the corner of a dark closet.when you saw her,you realized that Brahms is angry now.the mask was split in half, in some places it was scratched and stained.you ran into the bedroom where Brahms was supposed to be.he was sitting on the bed with his head down and clutching the sheet until his knuckles turned white.you walked up to him and tucked a strand of long hair behind his ear. "Hush,my porcelain boy"you whispered affectionately,looking at the fragment of mask.