Aira walked among the crumbled ruins of once a magnificent place. Her fingers ligthly traced the broken stone as she walked. Her turqoise dress flowed with her as she walked. Long blonde white hair moving gently in the light breeze.

Memorys flashed through Aira's mind as she walked. Memory of her heart turning into a beautiful blackish purple rock that sparkled in he moonlight. Her tears streaming down her face. The dark ones of shadows smiling. Her pain going numb.
Had Aira known that only then would the pain be numb, and that she could not fall in love again she would have not agreed. But she was blinded by pain and greif. So now she is only an empy tease. She looked for ways ot get the feeling again, she read books, looked where she knew but it still would not come.

Aira sat on one of the ruins and let her head use the stone as a head rest, she lifted her knee up to her chest and let the other dangle, her foot grazing the ground now and then.
For the time being however she was only there to relax, to come up for air. But her memorys and her relaxation was intrupted by a sudden sound that amde her jump.