His words were hornets. Flying to and fro, stinging everyone around him. At first glance, people thought he was like the hornets - swift, calculating, malevolent. When inside, he was truly insecure and full of self-loathing. Then he met his soulmate. The one who had his name written on the inside of his wrist, and would love him unconditionally. And he had his soulmate's on his own. And he loved his soulmate unconditionally. The cruel world seemed nothing but beautiful when they were together There was only one problem. His soulmate was a man. Nobody could know this. They would have to think that he was with some beautiful, proper woman like anybody else. But when they were alone together. His words became butterflies. Fluttering gently in the light spring breeze.