Self
It's quiet in the room
no music is playing
no one is talking
as if the world has ended.
Time hasn't stopped.
Time doesn't stop for anyone,
especially not this face staring
back at me.
Cobalt blue eyes,
Raven black hair,
Pasty pale skin.
Is this a cancer patient?
Or a disgruntled child?
Or a wounded soldier?
Or an angry young man?
Or his parents' son?
Or everybody's basketball star?
Or the Prince that is cold as ice?
Or is he just Rukawa Kaede?
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A/N: Happy New Year.