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Draft

Grown with the belief he was to be monster… he was clay to a mold, already set. No matter how warm his heart, or soft his touch it made no difference.
His book had been written, every page with a violent end. An as those pages turned, I stayed. I grew as he did, watching him become what he dreaded to be. In time his heart grew cold and his touch coarse.
I watched through vacant eyes, as he drifted from my side… I had become numb to his absence. After time he no longer noticed my tear stained cheeks, and eventually there were no tears to stain them.
I had grown as cold as the heart I loved.

Description
Draft

Grown with the belief he was to be monster… he was clay to a mold, already set. No matter how warm his heart, or soft his touch it made no difference.
His book had been written, every page with a violent end. An as those pages turned, I stayed. I grew as he did, watching him become what he dreaded to be. In time his heart grew cold and his touch coarse.
I watched through vacant eyes, as he drifted from my side… I had become numb to his absence. After time he no longer noticed my tear stained cheeks, and eventually there were no tears to stain them.
I had grown as cold as the heart I loved.