"Shh, shh... Don't cry, my flower." He cooed.

It would be soothing, if it weren't the repulsive smell of soot and searing flames.

Still, he was only gentle with his caress, only towards the one he loves and holds so dearly against him. His heart is always full, as long as he's with his love.

He killed them all. But it doesn't matter to him, the circus was a home to him- But was it truly a home, if he always felt miserable and unsafe?

To him, he rather stay here. Until the end of time.