His beautiful laugh brought me sadness.     But I could only smile in despair.      If you looked closely, you'd see the ghosts of his past burned in his mind.         The flames flickered in his eyes, the black pupils.      I too, had images engraved upon mine.          Pictures of redness and death.         The things I beheld when I saw his mind.       The terror and pain   I felt, I cried asleep.    Imagine, if I could not scream from horror,             he must not be able to breathe.   

(I swear the rest of the story isn't as dark, I just wrote this before and decided to put it as the foreword.)