The smell made everyone held their breath.

The thorns all over his body made everyone stepped back.

Love was something he never knew.


The source of kindness everyone said.

Everyone liked them, and they liked everyone.

Love was their thing.


When they saw him, they wanted to like him.

“But why nobody liked him? He must be very bad,” they thought.

So they just stood still.

Scared, they felt.

Fear of being hurt by him.

Never they knew, he felt the same.


Fear of his heart being hurt again.

Photography by: Agnes Paulina | Illustration and Story by: Angela Oscario