Death's Thoughts
Chestnut hair flowing in the salty wind. Grey-blue eyes staring off into the distance. Powerful gunblade on offence in his leather clad hands. His face, a perfection of ice frozen in time. The faint glimmer of peace on his permanently frowning face can only be seen when he is alone.
On the outside he radiates coldness and power. On the inside, molting lava and loneliness. Never letting anyone get too close to him, he shows no emotion.
Nicknames are thrown at him; Lionheartless, Ice Princess, Puberty boy. They slide off with ease on his icy personality, but within himself each hurtful word stabs his heart, like his rival's gunblade twisting and turning in his chest.
As he falls to the ground not a single moan escapes his lips, but his memories flash before his eyes. That one day when the one he cared for left and a single thought had flowed through his mind. "I will never let anyone get that close to me ever again." From that day on he built his defenses like an ice wall around his soul, never once letting anyone get near him. But little did that young boy know he would be remembered not as the Ice Princess, but as having the soul of a lion and a heart most men can only dream of having.
End.