All of us were special, even our imperfections were imperfect. It gave us the abilty to relate in different ways. But one of us was beyond broken. He was almost normal, which made it hard for him to find grounds with the others. They didn't like his difference. One night, I tried to speak to him, but he pushed me away. I persued until he could face me. Dark. He was dark. But he was also alone. We spoke, and exchanged grace, but something was still there. His darkness. His indifference. But why?!