• The one ending or the other, both are essentially nonexistent. They are mere figments of my imagination, designed to comfort me. The most realistic ending is the one that does not exist in my dreams, but has been reduced to nagging in the back of my head, and it will stay there till it becomes my world. And the end of my world.

    Listen to the story of he who knew..

    Warmth. Light. His body next to hers. His arms cradling her body, while her hands poked and pinched his face, upon which his annoyed expression did not change. The morning sun coming in from the window near the head of the bed illuminated both their pale skin, almost disappearing.

    Her nails started lightly scratching along the contours of his face. Then they scratched harder. Eventually they were digging into his flesh, digging for blood. As swiftly as the change in her touch became apparent, he grabbed her wrists and forced her hands away from his face.

    "Stop that."

    "I hate you."

    Their voices could not be more devoid of emotion. She struggled to get her arms out of his firm grip but his hands did not budge. A smile upon her worn out face.

    "I'm sorry baby..I'm such a loony sometimes."

    "Stop that."

    His ice cold blue eyes were filled with simulated rage. But she knew. She always knew.
    The girl's eyes twinkled as a soft giggle escaped her lips. His grip on her wrists loosened and she wriggled her hands free.

    Her hands then proceeded to the back of his head, and lightly pushed his face into her bosom.

    "Look. Boobies. Now be happy."

    She felt his head lightly shock against her chest as he let out a short muffled laugh.

    His arms were cradling her again, now pushing her upper body against his face, moaning softly in contentment. After that, his head backed away from her a little, allowing him to breathe more freely. A smile was now present on his face as well.

    "You're cute."

    "Did you ever get that cat I told you to get?"

    "Nope. I told you I will get one once you come to live with me again."

    "And I told you that a cat is a surefire way to get me back again."

    "Is it now.."

    The smile on his face was fading, his eyes saddening, looking up at her with nothing but love in his eyes. Old love. She was a manipulative little vixen and she knew it.

    "Why...Damn it.."

    "Hate me. It would make things a lot easier for the both of us. That or a cat."

    "Stop lying to me."

    "Oh I'm not lying.."

    Her hand felt cold on his face, caressing his cheek. But those hands, they were always cold. So to him that felt comfortable.

    In her eyes the light of the sun became brighter than she had ever seen it.

    "..In fact, if you wait a month or two and get a newborn kitten, oh I assure you I'll be there."

    Suddenly he noticed. How her hand was not just cold, but it was ice cold. How her skin was not just pale, but it was pure white.

    His eyes widened and he anxiously squeezed her body against his.

    "Angel?"

    "I'm not an angel baby.."