Hola, mi amigos! Hast thee been waiting for me? Indeed, no?

Sorry . . . I'm having a little too much fun . . . .

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Thus, read.

The faint scent of lavender surrounded him, and the dark cerulean covers shielded him from the world. He was encircled by many ancient, dusty books that filled him with memory, and desperation filled his soul. As he stared into blackness, he inhaled what was left of her scent, trying to fulfill his desire for her.

He didn't know how long he had been lying there, tangled up in covers in a bed that was not his own. He often came there when he couldn't resist the pain any longer, where he could be surrounded by things that belonged to her, that still had traces of her entrancing presence. He breathed in, attempting to fill himself with her again, desperate for her, longing for her, yearning for her. "Raven . . . I need you . . . ." he whispered to an empty room.

With no answer, he let out a small cry, and pulled the covers into his face, breathing in deeply. "Please . . . ." he whispered again, his voice muffled. He let tears escape his eyes as his muffled sobs filled the silence.

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Later, he stood by the cracked window in the Main room, leaning up against the wall, his eyes dark. A breeze blew in from outside, causing strands of his long green hair to wave in and out of his face, his arms crossed, not caring.

His sinister green eyes gazed out at the city, at the people that would never accept him. He could feel the cold, cruel nature of the people below, never caring about the innocent, never thinking of anyone but themselves. He hoped that they would all drown in themselves.

The girl was on the other side of the room; he could feel it. He made sure that she wasn't there when he came in, but she just wouldn't leave him alone, would she?

He continued to stare out the window, pretending not to notice her. The brightness of a cold, wintry daylight burned his eyes and made him wish that he hadn't come to the window. He wanted to fall into darkness forever.

She was abruptly next to him, soaking in his appearance. She had seen the sadness, she had seen the anger, but what she saw now was far worse than before. He was dark and sinister, indifference quite obvious. It was as if the pain had eaten away all of his self, and all that was left was his shell, cast into darkness, hardness and cruelty all that was left.

She wanted to reach out to him, to let him feel light once more touch his soul. She wanted to help him, to make him feel better. But she knew that she could not. Only he could fix himself.

He could feel the intensity of her gaze penetrating into him, but he refused to acknowledge her at all. His eyes swept over the cracked glass, and he had the sudden craving to use the broken glass as a tool to make him feel again –– to cut into his green skin and feel something. He imagined cutting deeper and deeper, blood pouring from his self-inflicted wounds, and he would finally feel again, until he could feel no more.

The girl never changed her expression, but she mentally winced at his thoughts. She never meant what she had said before about actions against his own life, and she regretted ever mentioning it at all. Was she pushing him too far? Thoughts flooded her mysterious mind that he could never comprehend. They both couldn't escape their thoughts, but neither moved or flinched the slightest bit.

Finally, she said, You are lucky.

He didn't respond right away, and proceeded to stare at the glass, not wanting to talk, not wanting to reveal anymore of himself to her anymore. Finally, however, he could no longer stand her boring into him, waiting for his response. Bitterly, his voice sliced through the silence. "What are you talking about?"

Satisfied that he finally answered, she gazed out at the city alongside him. You are lucky to have memories.

He snorted. "These memories are what haunt me. They're what cause me so much pain."

But you can remember a once happy life. You have memories that will stay with you forever.

He said nothing for a moment. Then, "Fine. But who doesn't?"

She was silent. Her vivid purple eyes reflected the city in her irises, reflecting the darkness that lied within it. Her colorless hair swayed gracefully in the frosty breeze that blew in from the outside. Never blinking, she stood motionless, absently staring out into the abyss of a world that she never knew.

Slowly, he connected thoughts. He looked over to her. "You don't, do you?" he said softly, his expression changing vastly. He watched her lack of reaction, but he hadn't expected one. When she didn't respond, he commented wishfully, "You're the lucky one."

His eyes shaded by his hair, he warped to dark and moody again, and left the girl to drown in silence.

But she suddenly turned and said, Wait. He stopped for a moment, but didn't turn around to face her penetrating gaze.

I . . . she began, but couldn't find the words to express what she wanted to. She could feel his growing impatience burning deep within him and searing her thoughts as she attempted to touch his soul. Still, he waited for her to continue. I am not like you – or any other human. I . . . . She stopped mid-sentence. She couldn't bring herself to reveal such things that he could never understand.

He scowled. He unveiled his hidden thoughts and feelings to her and that was all she could come up with? She wasn't worth it.

As she fell into herself, he left behind a lingering trail of darkness as he strode out the door for the countless time in his life.

Hmm, I kind of make him walk away a lot, don't I? Ah well, 'tis his way of dealing with his issues, I suppose. And if you so happen to have a problem with that, then DEAL WITH IT, YOU WUSSIES!!!

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