I Remember the End

A pure soul turned black was all I could see as I ran away from him. A young, jovial heart had been rung dry, like a soaking towel that was billowing in the wind. His golden locks of untrimmed hair now covered in ash and soot, and snipped lazily off. While his innocent white smile stared into my soul with a look of evil, but a twang of inner pity. And his once healthy body was shrunken down to but a whisper of his former self. My old friend, my pal had changed, most definitely, but I felt a murmur from his soul that told me he was still in there, which meant I could still bring him back.