Boothill's eyes were starting to glaze over, a long gash splitting apart his metal chest as his blood stained your hands.

It was always like this. Whenever he experienced something remotely close to warmth, it all got ripped away from him...just like his family, his friends, his colleagues...even his own body.

He knew that he didn't deserve to be loved, the people around him often running away at the sight of the hideous metal parts replacing his body, making him feel like a monster, a curse, something that should never have existed.

He vowed never to fall in love, keeping his vunerability hidden from others until he met you, his little stellaron.

How could he not fall for that sweet smile? Or the way your eyes brightened when you saw him instead of the usual fear he was used to. You made him feel like...maybe he too can be loved...like a normal person.

But he was wrong.