Jet black darkness.
That's what I saw in her eyes;
even though they are a beautiful
sky blue, they have transitioned
to a metallic blue that is darker
than black itself. They don't hold
the same innocence and
happiness. Sure, I conjure ice at
every enemy I face, but I'm still
scared every time I see those
unseeing eyes looking at me, in
truth seeing something that is
not there. A hallucination, her
mind playing tricks on her once
again. I hate it. And…
It's all his fault.
His fault. Damn him to hell; every
time I see her cry, my very first
friend, I want slap him and kick
him and kill him in an avalanche
of text books. But, even though
her heart is shatter into a
thousand pieces, she still won't
let me. Because she wouldn't be
herself if she didn't do that.
Sometimes, I wonder what she's
turned into. An empty shell of the
lively girl she once was. She's
alone, surrounded in her own
loneliness. Holding herself for
warmth, longing for that certain
warmth that could mend her in an
instant. When she envisions that,
holding it in her arms, I look in her
eyes.
And all I see is jet black darkness.