"i have lost my heart." scaramouche croaked, a storm of rain pouring down his cheeks as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

"it hurts. my skin feels like its on fire.. if only i could have burned to death in that fire too.. i wish id never been born at all."

oh but you know thats not true. youre the reason he decided to keep himself alive, but its been so hard to keep from temptation.

he embraced you tightly, crying silently on your shoulder, seeking comfort.