The chilly winds that were flowing like a soft caress over the Ice-angel's body had the power to curdle the blood in your veins; swaying the clouds with their graceful rhythm. She looked over the view the balcony of his room provided. A trace of tears was shining in her eyes, just as sparkling as the edges of the crystalline clouds afar. She had the darkest chocolate-brown eyes; so dark that they could easily be mistaken as black, and so huge that one could be drawn into their depth. Her eyes were surrounded with sable black lashes. At the moment they were wet with moisture, which was pooling into her deep-set of orbs. Her lower lip was caught between her teeth, a pathetic attempt to control her cries of desperation.
No one could have guessed her misery by the slight shaking of her whole
