All the blonde could see was darkness. All that reflected in her icy blue eyes was a never ending bleak darkness that stretched for an eternity. The blonde darted her eyes around, searching, searching for any sign of light, but found nothing. The blonde one didn`t know where she was, or what she was doing here. She stood up, unable to see what she was standing on. She honestly didn`t know if she was even standing, as for she felt nothing beneath her feet, nor could the blonde see anything under her.
The blonde walked in the ebony abyss, not knowing where she was going, not knowing what she was doing. She only felt instinct. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, a voice called for her. A voice that seemed so familiar, yet entirely foreign. That voice told her to keep moving in the space of nothingness.
In the distance, a speck of light could be seen. The blonde could not remember the last time light shone into her crystal blue eyes. She could not recall when she had first begun to wander in the vacuum of darkness. It didn`t matter to her, she could see a ray of hope out of this misery. She ran, as fast as she could toward the light. The light, would not get any larger. Instead, the speck was getting smaller, until it ultimately disappeared. The blonde let out a scream, without a sound. Her ice blue eyes were incapable of melting into tears.
This continued for sometime. Time after time, specks of light would dance in the scope of her vision. Time after time, she would run after them, only to have them turn to dust. Hope was unattainable in this reality. The blonde gave up after a long time.
Suddenly, the darkness seemed to compress around the blonde. The abyss folded around her. The blonde didn`t understand what was going on. She crunched her body into a ball, in an attempt to shield herself from her surroundings. Ebony continued to warp around her, until it was nothing. An endless white surrounded the blonde now. But in the distance, she could see a figure in the distance. Someone who looked familiar. Someone she definitely knew.
The blonde ran towards the figure. This time, the figure wasn`t disappearing like the lights that once taunted her. She could see the figures`s blond hair, the figure was facing away from her. The figure turned around, and she could see his face. His ocean blue eyes reflected astonishment. The blonde could not remember who he was, but somehow felt relieved to see him. She continued to run toward him, feeling joy and security inside.
Seeing this, he stopped her by holding his hand midway in the air. She didn`t understand why. The blonde tried to speak, but her words would not make a sound. The other blond shook his head and smiled sadly at her. He gave her one last glance, before he turned around and walk away.
The blonde wanted to run towards him, but something in her the back of her mind stopped her. Some how, she knew, she was not meant to follow him. She gave one last look at his silhouette, before she herself began to walk in the other direction, without another glance.