There was something about you.

The way you were always with your child, never leaving it's side even while it slept. The way you spoke to it like it would ever understand you. The way you promised such foolish things.

Douma thought it was all idiotic. But then again, you were special to him. He didn't want to consume you. He wanted to keep you around, till you were dead. Let you live out your idiotic fantasies of love and whatnot.

You were his flower. His beautiful and naive flower.