every day before had been normal, pain was a regular thing because she always had the pain of being alone, but for the past three days the pain had been intensified. She was now not only lonely but stuck in a sulfur void of loneliness that only he could penetrate... but he wasn't there. Her gaze wandered the class room, the preps, the jocks, the nerds, all in their respective groups hating on the others while the teacher babbled about something that happened in the past. She, on the other hand, fit in with none of them. She sat alone in her back corner and watched the progressing of the world as if through a television screen. She was no more then a side line observer. Her head bowed as she looked down to her note book, her hands had been hard at work sketching with out her notice. Or maybe she did notice, but hadn't really cared. Either way the paper now held a small heart that was bound by chains, surrounded by a box and stabbed through with a sword. there were numerous places where the heart was bleeding. Was this what she saw... when she looked at her own heart? Her hand gripped her chest again, not realizing that the class was staring at her. Recognition... the first time. After a while her head turned up to receive the staring. A look of bewilderment went over her face. They had never looked at her before, never cared what she did, she was the creepy girl in the back corner, nothing more. She had always been shunned but now... now they all looked at her as if she were some rare beauty. Fear started coursing through her heart, how was she suppose to deal with something like that? Then it hit her, they weren't staring at her, but a point directly behind her left shoulder. Her gaze turned to see a navy blue uniform , the schools required male uniform, with a red and blue striped tie. Her gaze traveled up to catch the neck of the figure, slightly colored but for the most part it looked like ivory. the jaw was sharply pointed but some how fragile as if it might break. His nose was small and pointed as well, it was cute in an odd way. Her eyes finally got higher to meet his. His eyes were black, black as a ravens wing. Though, if she looked closer, she could see the pupil differed in color then his actual irises. She sucked in a breath as she realized his hair was also as white as the winter snow. In essence, he was beautiful. Not like a blooming rose or a flower of any kind, not of anything warm and beautiful but like an ice crystal or a snow flake might be beautiful. Her heart almost stopped in her chest, he was looking at her. The class was all looking at him, but he, this strange figure, was looking at her. Who was he?