I walk shadows... sense your hand
I walk shadows... sense your hand. Your touch. Your touch... and I walk the shadows... of my own creation." She looked at me, her eyes full of a sudden fear. "You're not the only one who can create." I knew what she was saying. She had seen the other shadows. The ones I had created to walk beside me. I knew she was right. She was right. She was. "No," I said, my voice hoarse. "You're wrong." She took a step forward. "If I am, you'll have to kill me. Because I don't know how to stop." I shook my head. "I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to kill you." Her eyes were full of a sudden sorrow. "You will have to." "No." "You will." "No." "You will." "No." "Yes." She looked at me. "I love you." "I love you." "Then I have to stop." I didn't know how to stop. I didn't know how to save her. I watched as her eyes turned silver, as her body went cold, as her skin grew pale, as her hands, fingers, and feet turned to marble. I watched as her hair turned to ice. She walked towards me, her marble fingers outstretched. I moved my hands. They were ice. I moved my feet. They were ice. I moved my arms. They were ice.