I wasn't alone, for long. I had my dad, but he killed himself. I had my sister, but she's missing. I had my mom, but she died when it happened. When the world ended.
I met this boy, and he was a walking contradictory. His eyes we light, and his hair was dark. He was welcoming, but he didn't tell me his name. His personally was warm, and comforting.
I had green eyes, and light, almost the opposite of him. I was cold, not letting people get close to me. But I was the one to tell him my name.
He was fire, and I was ice.
