Bobby sighed. Staring at his reflection in the mirror, he watched as frost covered the glass where his breath touches. Won't be able to do that for a while. His thoughts drifted back to years ago…
A school, a professor, a girl, a friend… a fight, hate, death, destruction, fear…
NO! There will be none of those thoughts to day. Bobby stared daggers at his reflection, trying to will himself to stopping thinking. This is a new life, a new start. This will be good. This is good.
Walking through his apartment, Bobby grabbed his bag and said goodbye to his dog. He took one final look at a picture; himself, a girl with white-streaked hair, a boy with a mischievous grin, and a girl twirling an Ace of Spades in her fingers stood smiling and laughing. A new beginning.