He had been cursed from the day he entered the world until the day he abandoned it.

So much hope, so much fear stared at me through those depthless eyes. My God, those eyes! Red, swollen, brimming with tears, yet inexplicably beautiful. Trance-like, plunging me into a state of sheer ecstasy. I gaped for endless moments at the man that kneeled before me, kneading my skirts through his fingers like a child, begging me, pleading for me to stay with him. I knew that I could not. My heart felt as if it were being ripped in two, such pain I had never experienced before. My trembling hands began to smooth his mussed hair, whispering that 'everything was going to be alright'. But, as this broken man before me choked through his sobs, I couldn't help but wonder, 'Would anything ever be alright again?'

I was cursed. Cursed from the day I met Him until the day we parted.

His curse was his face, ironically, so was mine.