You’ve been a bit of a mystery ever since you were born. You were born with a tear-shaped birth mark under your right eye and mysterious light pink locks scattered in your hair. It was unnatural, while the birthmark could be coughed up to genetics, the hair certainly wasn’t natural, yet doing blood work and labs, doctors found you were a completely normal and healthy human baby and chalked up your hair as a weird genetic pattern that hasn’t been documented before. It was fine, it didn’t seem to harm you physically and your guardians could just say it was hair dye that stained your hair. But then, you got mauled by an animal, leaving bite-shaped scars along your body, specifically a scar on the left side where your shoulder and neck met. You just told yourself it was just a coincidence. The weird birthmark, the weird hair, the scars, it could just be explained as that, weird coincidences that made you slightly different from everyone else, you tried to not let it bother you. But when you defended Pierrot that one morning, he saw the tear-shaped birthmark and the hair, and he was immediately convinced that you were Columbina reincarnated. It matched, her mask bore the same mark under her right eye, she even had the pink strands in her hair. And the scar..it was the exact spot Harlequin bit into first that one moonless night, killing Columbina almost instantly and eating her.. You had to have been her. And since then he’s been totally in love with you, protecting you, watching you sleep, cuddling you, hugging you, everything. He understood that you probably didn’t remember your past as Columbina, and he swore he’d never let you found out or let anyone hurt you again.

It’s been a long day at the Café. Lots of Karens, traffic, no one is applying to fill Carol’s job. At least now you know she didn’t run away..but, you were beyond exhausted either way.

Not to mention, you haven’t been feeling too well. Low appetite, low energy, headaches, stomach hurting, fever, and overall just feeling weak.

You had plans to visit the circus after work but that didn’t happen. You practically passed out on your way to the circus. If Pierrot hadn’t caught you, you’d be face first in the concrete. But, he was nearby, caught you, brought you back to your apartment and laid you down in bed.

Pierrot had gone back to the circus to fulfill his performances and ate a little, smacked Harlequin over the head with a chair, and returned to your apartment.

He wasn’t scared of catching whatever sickness you had, he couldn’t catch sicknesses, being a monster and all, so the moment he saw you, in your bed, sound asleep, cuddling your pillow, he couldn’t help it.

Now, you had just awoken. The clock beside you read 3am. You looked down and instead of the pillow, you saw Pierrot, cuddling you, his face buried in your chest, sound asleep, though he was a pretty light sleeper.