Beautiful. Memorable. Poetic. 
 Who cares about a happy end when the story is so beautiful? Every singe word is meaningful. It's so perfect I don't even want a sequel, although I want more! 
 But for a few days in a city full of hopelessness, and unkindness, and alienation-- in this fucked-up mess of a life spent wandering in the dark without a hand to hold on to-- 
 I was not alone. 
 And neither were you. 
 My name is Antho, and I love you. 
 Awww. Love is a gift. 
 This story, the beautiful prose, the hopelessness, the loneliness and the pain within remind me a bit of Dancing With The Devil.