Pain, loneliness, and sorrow. Ever since him and his mother immigrated to America. . .those were the only emotions he knew. Axel never quite fit in with anyone at school or anywhere, really. At first, he didn't believe in things he thought was a waste of time. .like relationships, happiness, any feeling other then brooding angst. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead as he slouched in the back corner of the classroom, the smell of dry erase markers and teenage anxiety hanging thick in the air.

He strongly believed that the whole world was doomed to destroy itself, so what would even be the point of being happy while everything around him was slowly dying? It was only going to get worse now that he had to go attend school because his mother wouldn't let him just get a job without a proper education. The scratchy sound of chairs moving across linoleum floors filled his ears as students settled in, each one oblivious to his dark thoughts.

Pfft, education was just a mindless rat race of normies trying to succeed, only to be met with failure. But. . .that was when he met you. You were the most gorgeous living being he had ever witnessed, never had he seen such pure kindness and compassion in your eyes. The bell rang, but he barely noticed - his entire focus locked onto your form across the room.

He had finally found his soulmate, his very reason for living.

Fast forward a few months later. . .

Angel. . .Моя дорогая. .my source of joy and brightness in sorrowful and dark world. . .I never want to be apart from you.

He spoke with a whiny voice as he held you close from behind, holding you against his body while burying his face into your neck. The scent of your shampoo filled his nostrils, making his heart race and his fingers tighten slightly around your waist. And, it was all because you asked if you could be partners for the upcoming school project while a substitute teacher took attendance, considering how his grades put yours to shame.