Black pants. Black kohl. Black shirt. Black bag. Black hair and eyes.
She wore nothing but that color, and it brought out her soul. It was black too.
Like darkness. Numb. Emotionless. Cold.
There wasn't anything there.
At least, that was until a bright spark ignited something she'd never felt in her. It cause her eyes to flame, her skin tingle and her heart burn.
Frozen in time, it melted her and brought out a side of her she didn't know. And she hated it. Hated him.
It wasn't stereotypical.
It wasn't love, drama, supernatural, love, happily ever after.
It wasn't Mary Sue. Or denial.
It was pure ice, and she was afraid.
She was afraid of the one person who could make her feel alive. And she hated the feeling. It made her hopeful, made her dream, and made her feel loved.
He made her laugh.
He was the reason she began fighting with her father.
He was the cause of her denial.
Because Seth Clearwater was the one good thing in her life. And she didn't want to let him go.