We're standing back to back, unaware of it all. He on one side, I on the other. What's the difference? We're too far gone to save, too black to purify, too…different. What we once thought was love, was just the love to take risks. We're from different worlds. He's dark while I'm light. We can't stand to be apart and yet we can't stand to be together. What happened? We made up, helped each other, did everything we could for each other, but it wasn't enough. He starts walking away. Funny…I can't feel it. There's nothing. I'm numb. Cold. Icy… Empty. I want to turn around and call his name, tell him to come back but it's not worth it. We both know the outcome. It's hopeless. A single unwarranted tear slips past my defenses and trails down my face as I take a step forward. No more falls as I keep going. My face is emotionless. I don't think it will ever show anything again. My eyes are empty, lost, dark, cold, lonely, yet still. My stare is missing everything it had before. My warm eyes are gone and in their place …desolate ice that freezes life itself. I'm colorless. It left me. My friends are gone. My life blew away before me. My mind is gone; it left me long ago …with him. I'm no more. How will I ever be able to trust anyone again. He broke my heart the moment he did it. But do I care…no. I run from life. Hide from everyone. I'm sick of it. They taunt me, tease me, hate me even. What did I ever do to deserve this. Then his name pops up. I see red. They're fleeing once my sight returns to normal. What happened? Like I care. Whatever I did, they deserved it…did they? I return to nothing. I feel, see, and hear nothing. Then I return. Where was I? Was I sleeping? There are strange people here. They look at me funny. Like I did something weird. What's going on? Where am I? …What am I doing here? I start to leave until one of them grabs my wrist… It's a boy. What's he saying? I can't tell. I don't understand. Then, like magic, the words filter into my head. I turn to look him in the eye. He flinches. What's with him? He let's go. As I walk, I hear him say, "That wasn't her." Her? Me? Fuck off. I was and never will be her…whoever you're talking about. Then it goes black again and I hear a voice… It's a girl's voice. "Die." …..What did I do? It doesn't matter. He's gone and with him my happiness. I wonder how he's doing. My ability to see is back but I don't want to open my eyes. I feel warmth. Warmth I haven't had the pleasure to feel for years. I move closer but it moves. My eyes fly open but are still empty. Unnaturally empty. My eyes aren't even wide. It stiffens. I feel movement. I look up and see that boy's face again. "It's you again," he says. A single eyebrow lifts against my will. He looks at me calmly. "I was wondering when you would come back." He hugs me… It feels nice. When was the last time I've ever felt this before? Tears cascade down my face. No sound comes out and my eyes are still the same. Empty, distant, cold, and just … gone. What's wrong? I feel a tug but I push it away. Something's trying to pull me back into the cold darkness. I don't want to. I can only whisper one thing as I succumb. "Help." I'm back in my prison. What's going on? What's wrong with me? The girl's voice whispers to me again. "Back off." Back off? From what? I feel a unreasonable sadness. Why am I sad? I'm back to the light again and he's there. He's crying and I'm standing in the doorway. I look around. It has to be his bedroom. I feel something wrap around me and when I look back, I can't see. A body's in my way. It hugs me tighter. I hear sniffling in my ear. "Your back," he cries softly, almost like a faint whisper. For the first time in what feels like years…my face shows an emotion…surprise. I cry again but my eyes are STILL distant. It pulls away and I see it's the same boy from the last couple times. I look at him funny, my face back to being emotionless. I ask him a single question and my voice startles me. It's all raspy and old, like it hasn't been used in centuries. "What year is it." And then my world fades. Years seem to pass. Or is it days. I never return to that place again. I'm locked up for eternity. Good-bye.