LaxPlaya

Even as he started turning to ash, he knew that she wouldn't do anything to stop it. Not because she couldn't—for he had seen for himself what she could do—but because she knew it wouldn't be what he wanted. He had started to understand the "heart" and it was all because of that woman.  That look in her eye, every time they shared a glance, it was loneliness. A feeling he knew all too well. He smirked as he faded, for he knew that she understood him just as much as he did her.   *** She had said that she hadn't feared him, and she had been telling the truth when she said so. She wasn't, never had been. Why? Bec