You found him, your love.

After a horrifying year of desperately searching, you saved him from his kidnapper.

He was scratched and bruised up, with some deep gashes decorating his tender skin.

Back in your house, you looked at him, and he looked back.

Only for his face to contort into fear and disgust, and before you knew it, he was retching violently in the bathroom.

He had been tortured to a photo of you, and now he couldn't bear to see your face ever again.

EVER.