Layered to rest... #caption# Her face was the color of a winters cloud after spending all its flakes. Giving everything she's got, she was emptied. I could see through the freckles on her cheeks, little windows into the pockets of her heart where a blizzard screamed its freeze. And ice glistened down to her lips, she would have been a rainstorm, had she any warmth left. The way she looked at me, her deep eyes so full of their own death, even in her emptiness she overflows. Looking up beneath dark, dark hair, single strand
