'What day is it?
And in what month?
This clock's never seemed so alive...
I can't keep up,
and I can't back down,
I've been losing so much time...'

I think, I'm in love...

That's something I've never been able to say before, not confidently anyway.

I've never seen someone with such vibrantly green eyes as her. And with her hair, rust coloured like dawn, or sunset falling round her shoulders, the skin so pale and white, she seems so angelic, it's like a dream. Every morning I wake, early, before the sunrise. I dress silently, preparing myself for the day and when I leave my room, it's to the waking of the dawn. Even though my role is small, I still feel as though I have much to do. Or maybe it's the fact that I spend so much of my time surrounded by these lingering thoughts of her, that whatever it is I need to do seems to take so much more time to simply get it done... I doubt I shall ever know.

Walking down the hall I stop at her door, as instructed. I like to think she enjoys my company, more than his, he seems to make her more uncomfortable than comfortable. But then again, that's just what I'd like to think. The door opens and sunlight pours through. I bow low, as instructed. Looking back up at her, sillhueted in the sunlight, her face is lit by a smile. My heart jumps in my chest and I almost blush, but I bite it back, hiding my emotion towards her, as instructed.

We walk side by side, me slightly behind her, as is proper. The halls are still quiet and no one is around yet. She talks about what she'd like to do today and I listen, as is proper. "I think my knowledge is lacking a bit in that department, so I thought I'd research it a bit. What do you think?"

I nod silently as she looks at me. She half smiles at me, then stops. Turning, she faces me. I stop too. Her expression is a worried one, inclining her eyebrows into a frown and pouting her lips in a thoughtful way. I can't help but look at them, pink and full, just begging to be touched or kissed. Leaving such lips as those unseen to must surely be a sin. "What is wrong?"

I tear my gaze up towards her eyes and am lost there. Great pools of swirling green emotion, seeming as though they could unravel all the mystery in this world. "Miss Carlt-"

"Please, call me Lydia."

I shake my head vigorously. "No, I cannot, it isn't my place to address you by your first name."

"Then what is wrong?"

I look down at her innocent face, trouble and confusion reading all over her perfect features. I grace her a small half-smile and say, in a hushed whisper, "I was simply thinking of how alike you and I are. And then also how different."

Her confusion seems to fade and then she smiles again, melting my soul before my very eyes. My dark, sardonic, sinfully green eyes.