Mmm, life is strange though. After celebrating New Years with two wonderful friends and having spoken to my beloved for some time, I came home and as any good addict, checked my mail box. Well, I was in for a surprise. I'm a bitch and my pages were shit. Typical, of course.
Cowards are the same the world over.
She sat by the window. It was cold, so cold, and yet the sun was glaringly hot, the heat rising from the ground in waves. But she was cold. Her heart was cold, no, not her heart, her soul. Cold and empty.