He was young... But never really was. He was born into peace, wealth, and comfort... Yet superficial success meant nothing to him. He was smothered. He had too many siblings... Too many parents... Too many people to make happy. He always wanted to make everyone happy. He was perfect. He was sweet, honest, beautiful... He was left. He was left alone to learn everything for himself. He needed to become human alone. No one ever taught him how. Yet he learns regardless. He learned love from the lack thereof. The worst way to learn... Yet the best time to practice?
