Not warm, but cold; icy blue eyes at 100 below zero. Icy blue eyes, staring into his heart. A heart equally cold as those eyes, a heart frozen beyond comprehension.

But hands that were strong, hands that were warm, heating up his cold cold heart. Melting the ice, breaking through the frozen surface, hot hands glittering with sweat.

Bittersweet, were the kisses they shared. Filled with wanting, filled with heartache, as the iciness of his heart burned in the other's hands, melting painfully in full force. That voice eased the pain, cooled the fever, even as those sharp blue eyes were like daggers, stabbing into his soul.

Over time, his heart grew unfrozen, his deep green eyes gaining a spark of emotion. Green gaze now able to counter the sharp blue knives of icy cold, heart now somewhat able to withstand the heat.

Hidden thoughts, desperate hopes. Daggers to butter knives, icicles to ice cubes, gradual but noticeable. Lust to love, hate to love, directing their everything into what they felt for each other. A small seed into a wild plant, taking hold of them, growing. Those hands still holding his heart, letting the melted ice around drip, fall, exposing the inside, the warmth which had been lost so long.

Too late, but too late, as separating, an orange flash cutting through them. Each tomorrow to look forward to was now one to dread, living or dead their situation was now unsure. Inescapable, unerasable, always looming ahead, now as knife became dagger, blue eyes once again cold and piercing.

A future he couldn't escape, an end that was unavoidable, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Life to death to life, replaced by love, but once again fading away. Green eyes now golden, sorrows and unshed tears.

And as he reached his own bitterly cold hand out, wishing to reach farther, wishing for something he could not get, he wondered. Rivalry, friendship, love, did it matter? Did he matter?

In the end, had he found his heart, lying with his blue eyed lover?

Or had it been frozen and lost, lost to the wind, the cold, the emptiness of the world?

Fading away, life into dust, ashes to ashes, hope gone. True despair was he, yet he was the one who felt true despair. But for a light, shining in the midnight black expanse. A hope for a brighter day, a hope for a bluer sky. A hope for love, a hope for ice blue eyes to soften again, for love to spring anew.

A lost hope, a hopeless hope, yes. But as he faded away, ashes to ashes, dust to dust...

Nevertheless, still a hope.

So sad! TT^TT I nearly cried while rereading this for proofreading.
But wait! Well, I have my own interpretation of this, and you have yours. Mine might be different from yours, dear reader, so we may feel differently about this. Feel free to interpret how you wish to ^_^
.-. I forget where the quote "ashes to ashes, dust to dust" comes from.

If this made you cry, my life is complete. Even though it makes not much sense ^^'