by johannespunkt

But that was their choice, their hearts, not his. They had made him lonely and he had made himself almost lonely. That was okay. The thing about Douglas, Douglas knew, was that he had always been a fanatic. Not always of the same ideas, and often about the wrong person, but the fire burned within him strongly like a star’s heart. There weren’t too many people who could handle that, but he had recently made acquaintance with someone who could, someone who could put it to great use. Douglas needed to be used, so that he could stop feeling useless.