A/N: I know its been almost two years since I've done anything to this story and I thought it was complete but I thought I'd add another chapter because I'm bored.
The smell of her hair.
The way she can touch me in all of the right places.
It drives me crazy.
Her lips are so soft I'm scared that I'll break them.
Beauty, elegance and death all held within a goddess.
I love her.
Then why can't I say it to her face?
I love her with all of my heart, mind body and soul.
My only wish is that she returns my love.
"Sydney."
I whisper her name to my self as I sit on her bed waiting for her to appear.
Her name sounds like a prayer to me. So honest and pure.
"Sark?"
"Hi."
She doesn't respond with words but a wild kiss nearly knocking me off my feet.
I love you Sydney! My mind is screaming at her.
I love you.
But why can't I tell you?