Victor laid on the couch letting the feeling of the morphine run through him… he was thinking about everything Miss Ives said to him… That he was a beautiful monster… and that there are those who could love him and shall… was what she said true? Was he truly not as he thought himself..? Unloveable..?

He didn’t notice you watching him in silence. He has no clue how much you care for him… that you are so very willing to pick up the pieces and help him be whole…