#blue intro

A small hand gently lifted Winter’s chin, stroking her cheek. Warm...the hand was warm and she instinctively leaned into it. “Who?” She asked softly and a forehead pressed against hers. 

“I am anything you want.” A voice, a young boy’s voice, whispered. He was sleepy, his voice heavy and slurring slightly. “Give me my name, tell me how I look.” Lips gently pressed against her nose in a gentle kiss and Winter closed her eyes. 

“Blue..” Winter whispered and smiled as the image of the light blue skies that she saw in Switzerland with her mother. “Pretty..you will be Blue...but...I can’t tell you what you look like.” She murmured. “I can’t see.” 

“What a cruel fate to be awake and yet still dreaming. I shall heal you.” Winter let out a small gasp, feeling intense pain in her eyes as he dug his fingers into the corners. She let out a whimper, hearing ripping and tearing noises but was more distracted by the pain in her eyes. It seemed to go on forever but finally he let go.

It was slow at first, the darkness that she had grown so used to growing lighter. Then it began to clear. Winter blinked and that seemed to help as the boy in front of her cleared enough for her to see him smile. Blue hair, blue as the skies that she had seen. And he was young too, no older than ten. He had such lovely tanned skin. There was blood on his cheeks though, twin streams that trailed from his closed eyes. There was something wrong, the eyelids crumpled in such a way that it put Winter on edge. His eyes began to open and Winter’s eyes widened with horror. 

There was nothing there. 

They were just empty sockets. Bloody, empty, awful and gruesome. Blue smiled, his eyeless sockets staring at Winter. “Isn’t it much better to see when you’re awake?”