One look was all it really took. One look to get him flustered, speechless, caught in the light of a glowing beauty worthy of god's grace. It was impossible to draw his eyes away after that one look, just watching as she carried on so gracefully, gently passing by until the beauty has faded, turning a corner. Time stops, if such a thing is possible, until that single turn that drowns out that beauty.

She was perfection.

So many times, oh so many times he's reached out, calling her name against the deafening white noise around him, trying to reach her. But, to no avail, he could never truly reach such beauty. How close he's come, so unbearably and remarkably close, yet he's never been able to truly reach that warm hand of hers, to hold it within his own. He would never truly be able to reach her, would he?

He was unworthy of such grace.

That sweet, sweet voice of hers, always calling his name when the darkness came too close, teasing and taunting her while the moon hung high in the sky. He was happy enough to be so close, to be allowed to be by her side when no one else would be. A special privilege, it was a little lie covering up the truth, the ugly truth he did not wish to see. She let him be so close to her at those times, late at night, right in her arms, hugging him tightly. He was so close it almost hurt, yet he was miles away from her heart. So beautiful, the music it made in his ears, he felt like he could reach out with his little arms and actually touch her heart, hold it. Yet, each beat sounded beautiful in an almost melancholy way, sadness ever present in her.

He wanted it all to himself.

It wasn't to be.

Impossible.

A murderer, a chain, a plain old stuffed rabbit, he was everything but what he truly wanted to be. Everything but what could actually have the ability to hold something in it's grasp, to comfort and to have such powers like those he envied.

Human.

Yet, despite such feats, he reached, reached and reached and reached towards that golden light, watching the warmth dance around him in an almost nostalgic way, like a candle flame. Maybe if he just reached far enough, he could just touch her heart, have her heart to hold in his own hands, preserve that beauty on his ownaccord. Before she faded, faded away, dark hands reaching from the night and kidnapping her beauty, stealing it all away within seconds

Fade again, from his grasp.

Screaming, he was screaming now, a hand in place of a doll's arm this time. Yet, it was rendered just as useless as a stub of an arm. He was desperate now, trying to save that golden angel from those dark hands once more, threatening to completely extinguish that light. No, no, he was too far away now, she fading too quickly before he could truly reach her. This wasn't supposed to happen, this wasn't supposed to happen at all, was it?

Those violet eyes, those eyes he could fall into with bliss were wide with fear, pleading for someone—something, to try and pull them out of his clutches. Everything was going so horribly wrong, why did everything have to end this way? His own voice roared into oblivion, still trying to reach that light despite the odds. One last chance, one last scream—

"ALICEEE!"