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A man with black hair had soundlessly made it through her window and landed with a knee to the floor in a bowed position. His left elbow rested on his knee the other arm was folded behind his back. He looked up to the girl in white with a grin -- a malicious one at that.

"My dear Trihel, you mortals have a keen sense of hearing.." He graciously stood up and walked over to her, his boots making a distinct sound as the hit the wooden floor. He was inches away from her within a matter of seconds, he enveloped her into a hug, his cold un-dead flesh, against her own warm flesh.
"Damien.." She whispered and too, wrapped her arms around his mid back, pressing her small frame against his. He pulled away from her, his red eyes searching her face. "My my, my little Trihel has grown up so fast.." He whispered, his voice ringing through her body, sending waves of an unknown emotion through the young woman's skeletal system. He brushed a strand of hair away from her clear blue gaze.

Damien's eyebrows furrowed as he suddenly took a hold of one of her wrists. "Tsk tsk tsk" He clicked his tongue, tracing a fresh barely healed scar with a fingernail, putting a slight bit of pressure against it, causing Trihel to sharply gasp. "I told you that, cutting isn't the way out.." He said in a brotherly tone, looking into her face, his eyes mentally tracing her soft pink lips, up to her eyes, her cheek bones, her ears even. She has gone in what seemed only like weeks to him, but years to herself.
"I gave you the chance.." He added, taking a hold of the other wrist, counting the many scars. Some long, some short, a few on her arms, and shoulders.

"I know.." She finally spoke up a bit, her soft English accent breaking through the whispered words. Trihel took her arms back and folded them in front of her ivory knee length nightgown. "I wasn't ready then-" She stopped turning her back to him, and sitting down on the cold wooden floor.

"-But you are now?.. Don't you think it's a bit too late for that?" He kneeled down behind her and slowly turned her around to face him, only to see that she had been crying, her face was buried into her hands and she was silently sobbing, the teardrops forming a wet spot on the skirt part of her nightgown. "Oh my little flower.."


[Ack..]

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Today has been an odd day, I learned that I'm failing at least 1 class, at most 2.

Um.. I have a five page paper to type up and turn in by MONDAY D:
And yea..

Enjoy?