Vanished (Ongoing)

My thoughts go back to Noel. I miss her, i miss her scent.. It was intoxicating! It drove my wolf mad. I close my eyes to picture her hair.. it fell down her back, a beautiful purple hue. Her eyes come into play and I can't help getting weak. Those crystal gray eyes, she could stare into the most ancient part of you. Her eyes were her soul, and they haunt me since she's been gone..