Tästäkin tarinasta piti tulla pitempi, mutta se vain jäi nysäksi. Inspiraationa toimi Jokeri, mutta häneen ei tekstissä ole suoranaisia viittauksia (yksi pieni vihje löytyy kyllä). Kirjoitusvirheistä ynnä muista saa ilmoitella :)

That's all she could ever give you - a friendly smile and a few friendly words every now and then. And that's all you ever needed, for you wouldn't have dared to wish for more. That's what you had been missing for so many years, that someone would show a little understanding, just a little kindness would have been enough. But on that night, when you felt her caressing your scarred cheeks, you felt something warm deep inside your black heart. It was more than kindness - it was love. You started to love her, you loved her smile and her warm touch, and her sweetness felt overwhelming. On that night you felt pure love.
And then, when you woke up in the morning and saw she was gone, your sorrow strangled you and tears burnt your eyes worse than flames ever could...
...for the very first time in your pitiful life you really felt alive.