April 3, 2010.

Uncaring

"They lived apart from the mortal world, had no interest in it."

A shadowy house, its mistress sitting in the eaves. Her dark dress hanging from the lofty beams, her smile cool. A curl of fire dances in her hands. She had feeling once, but that ended all-too-soon, when someone she cared for left. Only natural, of course. People leave all the time. People die all the time. Still...

One tear, cold and uncaring.

A/N: Would you believe I wrote this before I had access to Dark Days? XD

Sunshine and laughter and dead butterflies~
Sweethearted.