A story of stubbornness born of love. Everything is right, a sweet rightness concealing a decadent poison. The reason to live was stolen by the one he deeply loved. His only understanding of life was stolen by the one he deeply loved. Even his last vestige of spirit was stolen by the one he deeply loved. ...Today, as always, he gazes with longing at those who pushed him into the abyss, those girls he once deeply loved, girls who remain unchanged. —Even so, he still yearns for fairy tales.