never would have Andrew ever imagined that he could ever have a friend, much less a lover. he often finds himself stopping whatever he was doing and just stare at the girl with endless adoration and fascination. wondering why a person like her would ever choose a monster like him as a lover.

surely this must be God answering his prayer, an angel just for him, to guide his tattered soul to salvation.

such as now, as she sits by him in the cemetery sharing a small meal under the moonlight.