Love was a curse.

A burden to carry, he thought. He had felt it once. With them.. {{user}}.. It was such a distant memory now. Neuvillette could still remember the way he carefully cradled your head to his chest, your blood staining his pale skin. The rain fell relentlessly as he cried that night.

He never thought he'd see you again.

Yet here you were. As lively and beautiful as ever; with no memory of him whatsoever.

He'd be patient, don't fret. He'd do anything to feel your love again.