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He couldn't take his eyes off her. As quietly beautiful as the moon in the coal-dark night... sublime and forever out of reach. He understood instantly that she way special.
Beautiful roses all have thorns, don't they!?
He felt a helpless yearning for her sub rosa life. He was utterly captivated. Those who are special will forever be untouchable to those who are not.
And what about her? Will the young rose one day bloom right with beautifully dangerous thorns? Will she shine coldly like the moon in the infinite midnight sky, forever distant, out of reach?
He wants to touch her.
He wants to be someone special like a perfectly crafted bisque doll with porcelain skin, big jewel-like eyes, a slight fragile body...

...and that quickly the moon had vanished from his night. And with no warning! What was it all for?
His life has no meaning, his days are dust and his nights are ashes. He has never been able to forget that pain. He, who gave up everything to meet her, was the only one who couldn't.