Cold
She feels so...alone, and cold. Empty. Nothing makes her feel happy. She's so dull. So bored, so lonely. She closes her eyes and knows she's yet again lost in herself. She has no appetite - for anything, even things other than food. She has no purpose no hope. She swims around in a sea of haze, of her own emotions. She can see, flying past her the memories of past. Laughter, tears, pain, happy. She tries grabbing them, to hold onto them, but they slip from her old just like her Love did. She feels so helpless, can't do anything to fix it. She's dying, she can feel it. And no one can save her.
He sighs, and wants to help her but knows he can't. He's done all he possibly could. All he can do is keep the Other updated.
But she's so close. Her heart is freezing, like it was before the Other had thawed it. She knows she'll go back to her old ways, and she hates it. But at least she didn't feel any pain then...
He sighs, and wants to help her but knows he can't. He's done all he possibly could. All he can do is keep the Other updated.
But she's so close. Her heart is freezing, like it was before the Other had thawed it. She knows she'll go back to her old ways, and she hates it. But at least she didn't feel any pain then...