The sacrifice.The scene that I saw was a desert of snowfall. The cold lights of the stars danced over head, the lake staring with dark eyes. The icy wind wrapped itself within my lungs. The snow made me look like a blot of ink upon pristine paper.More Like This
She stood about seven feet in front of me, another dark blot against the white. Her hair was flecked with the snowflakes I knew could not melt, for her skin was as cold as they were. The season of dark and cold was her most precious time. The ghost of the girl drifted towards me, her hands carelessly swinging at her side. She seemed so much more peaceful now. I bowed my head slightly. My thinkpan searched for something to say, anything to utter.
She shook her head, those rose irises boring into me, like I was prey. My own amber met them with the same intensity. She smiled weakly, her pale body shuddering slightly. I knew how she had died. It had haunted me. I knew that she would only be here now if I was about to die. I supposed I was. I was the sacrifice