One by Kittyling Here, the rain never stopped. It was his punishment. This cell was his punishment for being alive, for existing; he never even questioned "why" anymore. He was wrong, disgusting--a monster. That was what they called him, so wasn't that reason enough? The stone floor and walls were cold, icily so, and the boy shivered, huddling as best as he could into the corner and wishing the material of his kimono would provide more warmth. At least, when it rained, the sound of the droplets pattering against the lone glass window drowned out his quiet sobs. The boy had one wish. He wanted to be loved. return to splash page