That night he appeared as he routinely did at her window. However, something was different. He had a look on his face that said he wanted something. Then she heard it. He was whispering so quietly that it was almost a mere proposal rather than distinct words. Hannah was sure that she alone was the only being in the world who could hear his mournful pleas.
"Love me, love me. That's all I ask for. Love me, love me." He placed his palm onto the window and whispered, "Wonder what it's like to touch and feel something."