Depression Is My Kryptonite

Ember's Ash

The ember's ashes cool.
Her eyes match their gray tone, a slight flame still appearing in their surface.
Her skin is the same pale as the moon.
Its shadow casting upon her.
It's entrancing.
She moves swiftly away as I reach for her.
My palm barely making contact with her skin.
I turn, hearing a rustle in the leaves behind me.
There she stands, holding something out for me to take.
But before I can reach it, she pulls away again.
Her laughter echoes throughout the forest.
It sounds maniacal, but child-like at the same time.
Like a cracked giggle erupting from within her.
Opening my eyes, I realize that the laughter is coming from me.
Hysterical.
Must've been Goose.
Leading me back on her chase.
Just another mind game.
Why does she intrigue me so?
I don't mind though.
She's one of the better creatures.
And often she distracts me from the others.