His skin was pale and his hair was black. He wandered the earth and where he went people fell in love, men and women alike, with him and with each other. It’s his sorrow, they would say. Spectres in the eyes, they would say. An air of excruciating loneliness that made its witness cling to life in the only way they knew how. He wandered this world but saw into another, black eyes unaware of the hearts he left behind. Maybe he’s lost his family, they said. Or his love. Such eyes, they said. Such pain.


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