" Looking at that face, my heart turned even harder. Those loving eyes were never meant for the likes of me. No such gentle looks would ever turn my way, nor would a kiss from lips as soft as those ever brush my skin. One look at me, and those eyes - seemingly incapable of anything but sweetest love - would fill with loathing. The lips would curl and stretch with horror, the face would become disfigured with disgust . . . "