No one knew. No one realized. No one even cared about him. How long had he succumbed into the deep hole of depression, even he couldn't tell. Lying in his tent alone, body, mind and soul exhausted and in pain, the surroundings seemed much more gloomy, dark even. Was it all his fault to dream? Should he be deemed guilty for keeping such hope? Just to merely fall in love seemed like the biggest crime he had ever committed to himself. But he never regret. Call him stupid for not feeling that (Yes, even he himself was convinced about his own idiocy. No wonder he was treated like a garbage.) but he couldn't help it. This was the matter of his feelings. Of his fragile, already shattered heart. There was nothing he could do about it. He was, after all, just a little human... ********************************************* A/U: There you go! I wanted to make it in paragraph but I don't want to reveal too many things doing that. *grins and winks* Chapter 1 is almost finished so I'll post it as soon as possible. Promise! Hope you love this!