Lynx Vice, Oblivion and Foetuses

He's poignant, tall and quiet. Every one of your senses is heightened. Perfume drenches your nostrils, and sweat, but his sweat is like perfume.

"I'm surrounded by the beautiful oblivion... Watching as anyone who tries to get close to me falls apart"

At fourteen, he had the mentality closer to that of a twenty year old, according to his psychiatrist (who later reffered him to someone else on account of not being able to cope with having his pain projected upon him).

He cries himself to sleep in the foetal position. He's a child. He's manipulative like one.

He's never going to let me go because I'm the only person who hasn't abandoned him.