He could almost feel her ache. Perhaps it was because they were two souls lost in a world that could not understand them. Perhaps it was because like him she might be a bit broken. Whatever the reason he felt her ache and sorrow like it was his own. However, as much as he wanted to make her ache go away and fix her so she would always smile...he couldn't. How could he when he was but a child's toy that was broken and discarded so many times it was irrepairable? No...as much as he wanted to you can't fix people when your shattered into so many pieces it sparkles and shimmers like the dust of a diamond so neatly ground into a fine powder by life. Then the wind began to blow away those pieces...taking them far and wide so that it would be hard to repair them. Maybe even regrow the broken jewel from dust to shards. From shards to pieces. From pieces to whole sparkling jewel once more.<br/><br/>He had seen her eyes open wide. Hadn't understood why. Maybe no one had ever offered to be her helping hand. He didn't know but it would be hard to ask such a question. So he didn't. He didn't ask and was glad to find her soft hand gingerly accepted his own. To be honest the broken was expecting rejection. Why wouldn't he when his own parents rejected him because he was a freak? How could he possibly expect any less from someone outside the box of darkness that made up his daily life. He saw her meet his gaze. Saw the sort of shock and the vunerability in her eyes. He was confused by this. So very deeply confused. She seemed taken aback by a gesture that was second nature to him. Broken or not he was still an odd form of a gentleman. Determined not to be a monster like his father. Or a viper like his mother.<br/><br/>He didn't speak but realized she had seen something no one else ever took the time to notice...that he was broken. He saw the look in her eyes change and he shook his head. "Kindred souls should not hide behind veils and shadows." He says softly. "You have nothing to be embarressed about for letting just for one moment the truth rear its ugly head in a way that is yet so beautiful like a flower. I understand more than you could ever know...the ache and sorrow that I saw within your beautiful emerald eyes." He says softly. His voice kind, gentle, but lacking in a true form of life. A sign of just how numb he had let himself become to a world in which he felt nothing but torment and emptiness. The spark was dimming. Barely even an flickering ember of it left in existance. Yet the flicker sparked with an extremely tiny flame. As if he was internally fighting to not become nothing but a shell of a man.<br/><br/>He turned to walk off again. Then he heard her speak again. He stopped in his place. Turning to give her his attention again. Her voice was almost pleading with him to stay. He saw her limp a bit and walked over to her. Helping her steady herself once more. He looked at her and lowered his hands once she was. "I am invisible...until I leave and enter the realm of darkness once more." His cryptic words still revealed so much. "Nexoki. That is what my name is." He turned his gaze away. "You don't want to know me...I'm a freak. As I've heard for a very long time." He says. Backing up a step but doesn't go to leave again. He lifted his gaze to her a bit. Sorrow in his eyes. "No one would want to know a freak." The broken voice told so much as did the words he said. It was clearly him quoting what he had apparently be repeatively told.<br/><br/>"Beauty and the Beast end up together but life is no fairy tale story." He added. "It is far from having a happy ending." Was spoken just a second later. "There is no happily ever after for a world filled with darkness." He spoke softly but she would still be able to hear him. He repeatedly said darkness as that is what he refered to his world and existance as. A world of darkness and despair. There was no hope for a happily ever after in a life filled with hatred and pain. His eyes empty again but still flickering in the dark depths was a spark of life that struggled and fought to stay alive. He spoke in riddles, rhymes and cryptic messages yet still those words were filled with so much meaning. If only someone took the time to truly listen. To truly hear and figure out the meaning behind such veiled statements. But alas...there was no such reality...was there?