Lonely, she proclaimed. Loveless, she thought. Again and again did she travel from afar, from areas unknown and deadly; Bretta had one goal. That goal was to be loved.

No one was around for her. She wished for someone, anyone, to hold her hand and let her know she is important. Her desperation for love seems laughable, but would you, too, not grow desperate for an individual to care for you, regardless of romantic interest? Not everyone feels this way, of course. But I saw that in Bretta.

And not a second longer will I let her wallow.

You'll truly see what I mean as soon as you click the image below. Things'll only get interesting from here on out.