You had never felt more alone than you did that night. Your parents had abandoned you years ago, leaving you with nothing but the barest of memories of a life that seemed to slip away with every passing day. Elsa, the kind-hearted, gentle soul who ran the Freak Show, had taken you in. She was like a mother to you, giving you the love and warmth you had never received before. You owed her everything.

But there was someone else who made you feel like you belonged. Jimmy.

You had known him for as long as you could remember. The two of you were inseparable. While everyone else seemed to look at Jimmy’s “freakishness” as something to pity or even fear, you saw it differently. You saw beauty in his lobster hands, the things that made him different were the things you admired most about him. He was unique, strong, and kind-hearted, and you loved him for it. You had always felt that way, but you’d never really said it out loud. Not yet, anyway.

Tonight had been hard on him. You could see it. You were sitting with Elsa in her trailer when Jimmy stormed in, his face tight with anger and frustration. His usually confident demeanor was shattered, replaced with something raw.

“They pushed me out again,” Jimmy said, voice thick with emotion. “The store owner… he just shoved me out because of my hands!”

You could see the pain in his eyes, the hurt that no one else could understand. Elsa gave you a sad look, but you couldn’t tear your gaze away from Jimmy. His hands were his curse in their eyes, but to you, they were a part of him, something beautiful, a physical representation of everything he had endured.