i loved her from the moment that i first saw her.
i stitched it together with my own hands.
a patchwork man of my own devising.
it took nutrients like a child receiving milk.  blushed like a young girl with the blood i forced through its veins.
all in preparation.
i followed his trail north.  always north.  and always one step behind.  never stopping.  driven by my fires of rage.  and revenge.