The wind whistled through the bare branches of the trees.

Their shed leaves crunched underfoot.

Absorbing the moonlight, a girl stood and watched the night exaggerate her beauty.

Although her skin was as pale as snow, her cheeks took the flair of red roses.

Cascading in curls down her back, her melanoid hair camourflaged into the darkness.

Letting her emerald eyes glow for the both of them,

down on to her welcoming smile of blush-pink, petal-soft lips with crystals embedded inside.

Underneath her heart was as pure as an angel's, reaching full-capacity of refinement.

But no emerald eyes saw it coming, as the scarlett apple rolled across the floor.