The first thought Movu had when he saw her was, she was very similar to an abandoned doll. He's not gay but spending a day with her made him want to own that doll. A human who he thought was similar to him, a dead-living kid. But she was different, she's very human. He took care of her, and she did the same.
They were living for one another or it was only him who was starting to live for her.
Ten years passed, his battle that he promised that he would end was near its end. A year or two from now, he could finally see her again. He wondered how much she had changed. Did she dye her hair as he did or did she grow a little taller or is she small as she was when they parted? It was rough when he came back, he was monitored for everything he did. He couldn't find her or send her any message or just see her even for a moment.
