Erik, hidden away from the world and its prejudices once again, sighed. The only one who had ever shown a spark of interest (other than to beat or torment) in him had turned and spurned his love for her. Unhappy, as always, he thinks. Am I to remain a virgin even unto death?
He thinks about his life and all he has ever done. Was it worth it? He asks himself this and many other impossible questions.
He notices the season that has come upon him unawares. Christmas time.
Not that it means much to him anyways. He never really had a family. What he did have, however, was a mother who was constantly frightened of him when he was a child and incessantly cold to him. Just another day to him.