'He's a freak. A monster. Throw him out. Stay away from him. Kill him.' Filthy words directed at someone through a clouded lens rather than from my eyes. Or the way he was to be treated. No. He was unique. Beautiful. Pure. He was someone worth getting to know. What was that saying? 'Don't judge a book by its cover.' I didn't. I read his chapters. And I began craving for more.