he wasn't always like this, you know? neither was the hell he finds himself in now. perhaps a form of purgatory to reflect the fate that had been given to him. an innocent sent to the land of the damned. he no longer had a face; it had been torn from him. his once beautiful coat now turned to a sullen, ash black. his name marks the snout of his bare skull, not that anyone would know it anyway.
no one but me. and that is how I'll find him again.
but will he remember me? will he forgive me for what I had done to him? for my heartless, traitorous betrayal? I will endure any punishment he deems necessary as long as it gives me a chance to receive forgiveness. nothing can be more painful than it is to continue to live without him.
I will not allow the void to take him. where ever he is, I belong with him, and he with me.
I know him. he will persevere.


artist is  AnnaSelena