"Everyone hates me" kiku thought. "I'm nothing" "I'm nothing but a blank slate" "What would Alfred ever see in a freak like me?" And yet, he doesn't seem to leave me. For the first time I saw him, a deep throbbing consumed my heart. And he stole it making me feel a way I never thought possible. If I live to see his smile, live to laugh one more time, and maybe, just maybe, he'll feel the same way. That is, if I'm not dead by may.