The sharp winter wind whispered though her hair. Drenched clothes clinging to her thin frame and her shoulders shivered against the cold as she sat on the edge of a low stone wall. Looking like an apparition, her skin was almost transparent but her lips were as red as the vivid roses she held in her delicate hands. Rain cascaded down her cheek like tears, mirroring the vacant, lifeless look in her piecing grey eyes. She was untouchable, dreamlike, as if one look away and she would disappear; leaving behind a blurred memory of the girl sat in the rain outside his manor.
She had no idea he was stood by the door watching her, she had not looked up since her slim silhouette caught his eye. The rain was like a curtain between them, a wall of tears, a metaphor fitting their relationship perfectly. Her emotions were always visible but never explained, he longed for the laugh he fell for, the little smile that etched her lips, causing the left side of her mouth to curl and cheek dimple. But now all he saw was sunken cheeks, sullen lips and few words.