Cold As Ice
People start to bore you once you've got an significant age upon your shoulders. But this girl... it is not like I have to think about her all the time, but I find myself wondering how she is or if she feels lonely without me. As for the last thought, it is just a selfish wish. Without even a blink of an eye I get up to get on the nerves of other people. I love thinking about her, her whole essential being clouds my mind as if I am dreaming. But in the end it will lead to nothing but a lost day without finding a single clue of where she might be. And on the other hand I enjoy making others groan in annoyance until they completely freak out. Furthermore I still have to find a way to get her back. It was my fault that she now is stuck in that place, like a bird whose wings have been cut off. She probably hates me, after all the horrible things we have gone through...I hadn't been able to save her. Just a drop of blood would have saved her. But I had been too slow...too shocked to be precisely. She is powerful, unique and yet still she looks like a small 16 year-old girl with blond hair and big, blue eyes. Although, her eyes are always the most interesting part about her. They are so innocent and on the other hand old and wise like the ones of an old, knowing lady. And cold. Cold as the morning breeze in winter. How for heaven's sake could she have molten my frozen heart? No...I have to stop thinking about her or I will fall into the depths of darkness she had helped me to escape. I grabbed my jacket and fled from the house where our story once had begun.