I walk through the graveyard. As I pass I read the names of off of each grave in my head– Danielle Birch 1919-1956, Grayson Hollow 2001-2023, Haily Smire 1899-1943.... I keep going until I find his Henry Oconnel 1998-2024. It's been about a year now. Him stuck in this coffin, not stuck I suppose. Resting.

The indestigushble feeling that he's still here, with me, is hard to get away from. I look ...

I stare at the reflection of who I am now. Not the girl I used to be, who loved and cherished every moment of life.

Now I look at who I am, and I see a fragile person staring back. Someone who can't be the person I once was. Because this person has been through hell and back over the past three years. Ever since my father died.

I put my hand against the mirror, seeing myself reflect the motion...

It's glides into the water. It's misty and cloudy and all I can see in my view is the duck in the water. It's peaceful, but also exhilarating. Anything could be out here, I'm the misty shadows.

I sit beside the lake for a while, standing up when all I see is the mist. I turn around and I see somthing move in the trees, I look closer again but see nothing. Just the mist I think, it's really clo...

Those hazel eyes are soft; eyes that don't belong to a killer. Then why when I look into them, all my worries go away. Because these eyes I've known and trusted my whole life, and now? Now I don't know what to believe

"Chasity, god damnit, look at me" his voice is pleading. I didn't even realize I haven't been looking at his eyes, Im avoiding that gaze im so familiar yet unfamiliar with. I look...

I'm going in and out of consciousness as he try's to get me to safety away from this war. The sound of metal clanking metal and screams of hurt and loss and anger fill my ears. I try and block it out, it's so hard to block out the cry's of war.

He's helping me.We're enemy's, opposite sides. But us? I've loved him ever since I've looked into those frosty grey eyes three years ago. Helping me is...

I stare at the place she now rest, for the rest of eternity. I can't bring myself to believe she's gone, but she is. I crouch down in front of her tomb tracing the graving of her name–Paisley Grace Summers. "Hey pay" I whisper down at her grave. "I miss you, I miss you so damn much" My voice cracking softly. You were my other half, my light in the darkness. The one being who gave me true happiness...

I can't look back. I can't look back into those ocean blue eyes-because if I did I would would drown in them and not be able to come up for air. If I did I would turn back around right now. So I don't, I look forward at where I need to go. Away. Away from her, away from my future, away from my other half. I know she's watching me leave, I know she's hoping, just hoping I turn around. But we both...

I look at him from across the battle field. His eyes are filled with rage but when he meets my gaze.. they soften somehow. When he looks at me I feel the battle pause. We look at each other like the battle isn't even surrounding us at the moment. Then I see a shift in his expression, somthing almost like sudden panic. Then I feel it. It hits me hard and rough, I fall to the ground. I scream out in...