The room was silent and her face erubescent, the flush only growing when she felt the skin of a warm palm brushed her freckled cheek. The white walls were closing in, confining her. "Light is easy to love, Ophelia." He whispered faintly, hoarsely. "Show me your darkness." -- In a dystopian future where the heartbroken are considered to be mentally ill, victims of such desolation are thought of as a threat to society due to their desperation to obtain the affection of their heartbreaker, they must be checked into an asylum where they will undergo a series of therapeutic treatment and psychoanalysis. But what if, what if it's love that heals their broken hearts? What if they seek refuge in each other, and escape?