Broken Boulder we walk the hillside, lost souls in the moonlight

She offered little more than a single word: No. No— he couldn't let himself have this. No— he didn't deserve it. No— he could never be loved that way.
But he could. Some part of him was certain Zamael would still be out there, looking; that he would still want him. And perhaps he was the only one. Everyone around him was content to watch him crumble— that much had become obvious over the last month, as his weight dwindled and he neglected his own care and spiraled further into this hole. He had realized, slowly, that he didn't want to be here— that no one here would love him the way he wished they would.
And while he couldn't leave, maybe— maybe he deserved to bring a piece of his own happiness here. He blinked in the face of Eris' no, and slowly shook his head. But what if— what if it made everything better? What if I could stop being... broken? It slipped from him as a whisper, almost a plea. Maybe Zamael could make him whole again.