She clinged to the edge of her sanity as she faced her worst nightmare. A boy with a tangled mess of white hair streaked with black like ink over parchment, a piercing green gaze so intense but delicate like a lover's kiss in the verdant spring that one might not see that they are plunging into a brutal abyss hands groping for handholds and coming up with empty air and skin like crushed autumn leaves. His smile brought light to his silver scar and she wondered how someone could mar such a handsome face. He held out his hand to her his eyes almost irradescent, his gaze steady with determination. She caught herself as she raised her own hand to put in his. She would not allow herself to be caught in his snare. To be enveloped in his world of shadows and darkness. That was her promise. Never.