Cells. What a diverse word. The tiniest of organisms in creation. A term for a mobile phone. Worst of all, a wretched, stone room with uninviting bars where you are forced to live out the rest of your days, cold, miserable, and often, alone.

It still puzzles me how a moral, educated man such as myself ended up with the lowest of the low, the scum of the earth, my fellow roomates.

I suppose, like many a fairy tale, it all started with a woman. But not just any woman, MY woman. She had captured my attention, my heart, my soul… everything about me, she held in her tender palm. How I ever ended up with such a perfect creature, I shall never know.

Perhaps it was her perfection that threw me off. I became too trusting of my darling, and she took advantage of my love, as well as my bedroom. It was a drizzly, awful day when I found her, with another man, to be blunt, in my own house. Perhaps my overdeveloped anger put me here. If only she had never walked into my life…