Icy-Touch

White hair, soft, caressing. Innocent and playful. Part of me wondered when I lost those qualities. Part of me didn't want to remember. I felt, different then than I had. More distant. It may have been the drugs, but it could've been the pain. I couldn't tell the two apart anymore. The world seemed different then. Like it had shifted slightly. The anger, the rage, it seemed to have all gone missing. Maybe it went back to the time before I was Creation. Maybe it achieved its purpose with me and had moved on to a new victim. Either way, I'd never catch it now... "Look, Mirage, could you try to love them?" Who was that? That voice, it seeme