She was many shades of blue. Her skin the colour of a spring sky, her eyes an icy colour. Despite her cold eyes, she shone of warmth. Small and petite, yet strong and wise. Her hair was lilac with colours of the ocean neatly woven in, and a smile almost ever present on her face. Quite unusual, she was. She'd never see it like I do. She is the light, as I am the dark. I cannot count all the times she has saved me, and all the times we've shared a smile. She cares for me, as she cares for them. I am but a friend, and that's all I'll ever be.
(Something short! Didn't really know what to write.)
