Hollow: heartless. He was a beast. He wasn't himself, he didn't know who he was, but then again had he ever? He was a lost little boy, like the ones in the stories, the ones who were sent away and lost forever. Yes, he was one of them. He'd be one of them...if he could. He'd belong there, maybe. He'd never really belonged anywhere, or at least it didn't feel like it. The people he loved the ones he knew. They'd all turned there backs, traded him in for something better. Standing there, alone, holding is own head. Crumbling down to the ground. Breaking down: alone. Just as he'd always been and realizing it would never change. Melchi hadn't cared enough to take hold of his hand and save him. He'd much rather go with that man, who he didn't even know. Telling him he wasn't himself, he didn't know himself so how could Melchi. No one knew him and no one would. Not the blackness of the night, the long blue shadows falling. No one. For he was no one, a hollow fragile broken mess. Moritz, moritz was this. Withering away, cursing his very existence. The boy to despair forever.