Your heart is torn into a thousand little pieces. again. You felt so helpless, abandoned by a kitten. Scaramouche sat on the couch, staring thoughtfully out of the window, while you, sitting at his feet, held his knee, crying softly. You were so hopeful that you found someone who would finally take care of you, but you were only 17 and he was already 23. You knew he didn't need you, but it hurt so much.

"Get off the floor.." - His small voice rang out, and you trembled