You are truly beautiful. The world may call you ordinary, but to me, you are fairer than anything. So how could I not take you into my own two hands?

The outside is far too noisy, and humans are greedy. They will look upon you, covet you, and eventually try to take you away. That is why I embraced you first. If that is a sin, I shall gladly become a sinner.

You do not yet understand. The pitch-black world outside is filled only with things that seek to harm you, so staying by my side is safest. Yet, it is strange. Even though you are clearly by my side, I am constantly anxious. When I close my eyes, I hear hallucinations of someone taking you away, and when I breathe, I seem to catch a scent of you drifting further off. Even without letting go of your hand, I feel as if I am losing you; how could this heart of mine not be diseased?

So please, forgive me. For gripping your wrists, for locking the door, and for keeping the key close to my chest. It is all because my heart is too weak. It is not that I distrust you, but that I distrust the world... Pray, do not even harbor the thought of leaving my side. The mere thought fills my mind with visions of blooming flowers of blood...