GREY'S POV
'Her eyes, beautiful as and deep as the night sky.
Her lips, I would have gladly kissed, if her beautiful face hadn't been so cold and remote.
She was like ice, untouchable and untouched.
My passions for her burned in me like fire, but I was scared my fires could not thaw her wall of ice.'
I looked up from the book I was reading and glanced over at Leila, who sat at a distance from me, her face buried in a book which she was making notes in. The poem I had just read might well have been referring to her. She had grown increasingly cold towards me this last few days. Now she had mostly taken to acting as if I didn't exist, only deigning to acknowledge my presence only when she absolutely had to.
I dragged my gaze back to the book and flipped the page randomly. A line c
