An old Friend.
The sun shines through all the earth, giving warmth and security to all. In a window closed to all, the lights tries to reach in, as if wanting to comfort a lonely soul.
A room was dim, as if night was already upon it, the only light it recieved was through the curtains. A man sits in a chair with his eyes closed, his hair looks gray until the light shines on it, revealing the aegea blue like the ocean. His eyes are upturned and would sharpen his look when glaring, but now it was closed and gives off a softness. His nose was straight-edged and his lips surprisingly rosy and full.
The girl that was supposedly sleeping in his arms woke up, just a few minutes ago. She was staring at him, her expression bare of reaction, contrary to what's going through her mind.
'I lost it.... and I had full control too.'
She grimaced at the memory of what happened a few hours ago.
'I need up crying like a weakling again. I could have stopped it but didn't. What the hell is wrong with me.'