She was a good girl, a strong one at that yet he could not tell her he thought she was. That would mean he was weak and everything was better than being related to thinking that she was sane, strong and good. It was a crazy situation yet he could not help but love her though. She was a pretty creature, long raven locks that used to bang against her rosy cheeks whilst waving their way down. Eyes as blue as that of the pacific yet they stood as hard as stone when they fell upon him. Lips such a powerful red it was absolutely stunning to the young male.