The Boy Of Fire And Ice

Chapter 1

It was a brisk Friday evening, She walked with such confidence that each step seemed as if she was walking on air. Her hair flying behind her like fire and spreading the sweet smell of her perfume to all others nearby. In one hand she held a cigarette between two fingers and in the other she fiddled with a small ring.
          Nobody was aware of where she was going, but that's how she liked it. She drifted through the cemetery with elegance for this place caused her no uneasiness, in fact, this was the place she came most often for comfort. She had her favorite places and right now she was visiting two. At the edge of the cemetery where the treeline and the pavement intersect there lays a stone bridge over a small pond, she makes her way across the bridge and comes to a gradual stop about halfway. Looking down at the water her reflection stares back intently.            
        Taking one last glimpse at the small, cold metal ring between her fingers she tosses it towards the sky and watches it closely as it falls from the stars above into the shimmering water below. The small diamond stone twinkles in the water under the moonlight and she watches as the ring settles to the bottom of the pond.
         After a long while she looks up from the water, takes a drag from her cigarette and walks off the bridge into the cemetery in that same way of pure grace that she walked in with.