Ai's hair was loose, tumbling down her back like an ebony waterfall,the ends just in the water. The liquid was as smooth as glass and pure. She sat there, in the middle of the large and deep pool of water,sending ripples across it's surface and gazing across the endless land and permananent landscape. As she placed her hands on the bottom of the pool, a sharp rock cut her index and middle finger. She peered at them in her unfeeling manner and she squeezed more blood out of them. Then, Ai dipped them under the water and watched as clouds and swirls of red leaked from her fingers and evaporated due to the magic in the water.
" Grandmother, how is it so that I have been robbed of physical pain? What does pain feel like?" inquired Ai naively. " It is...like dying a little inside," came the anonymous voice of her Grandmother.
" Then I am glad that I am not as weak as petty humans," she scoffed.
She remembered the times as a child she read books about princesses and princes who slayed evil dragons. She remembered all the pages when the prince and princess kissed and got married. Ai thought about it, trying to stir up some mild emotion, but nothing raised from the abyss of her heart. She may have scoffed about feeling no pain, when in truth, she would give anything just to know that she would be capable of love herself. Ai lay floating on her back. Her hair splayed out with her. She stared at the never ending sunset and lifted her fingers out the water. In front of her eyes, the wounds sealed up and so did the hope of love and pain.