excerpt. :)

all i saw at first was a figure leaning over the giant oak-wood table, with his arms over the ancient surface, fingertips touching, barely, but touching nevertheless. he was waiting.

it was unnerving how pale his skin was, and for a second, my mind registered a marble statue, a masterpiece. It contrasted violently with the soft jacket, a deep hue of blue, and his dark hair, which fell down gently, shadowing his eyes and nose.

Only his lips showed.

It was not until I noticed them that my blood started to run cold. They were like teardrops, and under the dim moonlight, glowed an eerie reddish-pink.

Then he looked up.

Shadows will run from him whose

Eyes see into yours truly; silence that spoke.

It was a terrifying feeling, but i did not let go. I'd have finally found the answer to the only memory I had of my past.

He was just waiting there, looking at me from the top of his eyes. His face was still tiled downwards. I hesitated.

"I'm Ledge."

He lifted his head up fully. This time, the look from his eyes were different. As though he was... Almost sad...

Then he smiled. "Nice to meet you. You can call me Vine."