Its over. The fantasy has crashed, dashed to pieces at my feet. I’m just happy I have something to remember-but not really,because those were daydreams of a future that will never be. Apparently, I’m no ones Amourdove…and no one wants me as one. But on I walk, alone in the dark..whistling tunes that haunt ghouls, kissing the dark smiling against his fangs. He hates me so he bites.