She was his favorite sin. As a lonesome tear drips from the eye of a girl so beautiful. Her innocence taken away. A girl that wanted to be loved, but only to be taken advantage of. The man, sitting in the corner with the bottle in his hand. Not one trace of regret on his face. She looks at the man and asks but one simple question, Why Me? The man says, you look beautiful when your face is covered with tears that I caused. Another single tear rolls down her eye and breaks on her hand. The trees start to rattle against the window from the harsh winter wind. The girl shivers from the cold and the man steps up and sets himself upon the bed next to her. He lifts her chin and looks carefully into her eyes and says I love you. The girl once more has fallen into the trap and with a shaking voice says, I love you too. The man leans to kiss her, a kiss so tragic and full of sin. She tries to pull away, but she cannot resist the sweetness and softness of his lips. The man pulls away, and they gaze at each other. A tear falls from the eye of the man, and the girl with confusion asks, Why, my love, do you shed a tear? He says, for you are the sin which I committed on this abandoned winter night.