Summary:

Dear reader,
I have loved and lost. I have been broken apart and taped loosely back together. I have been living to survive, no other purpose. My purpose had died a long time ago. Until I have saved a Flareon, Lata, from a bastard one cold morning in the forest. She might be the one thing that can heal the cracks in me, the one who can hold me together. The moon was my source of light, and now all I can see is the flame that guides me.

From a Leafeon,
Andrew.