Once there lived a little boy, with silver hair and eyes, from where he sat on shady hills, that brought passerbys to think to themselves, perhaps an elderly man? And he would turn and smile, the glow of innocent child, and they would freeze in fright, before quickly running away. The cursed child that would bring forth the end of the world. Many tried to kill him, and many tried to hurt, but his body was never scarred, and his heart would never stop. And the next day would be like all the others, and he would sit beneath the neverending blue sky, as if new again, as though nothing had happened. And neighbors of the tiny village of Miretin, would look down at their blades of blood, and curse and scream, look at this! I killed him! I know I did! Why won't he die! Why won't he die! And that summer, all their cows were found dead in the innocent fields where they grazed.

"It wasn't me," the boy cried. "I didn't do it!"

But the village people had grown used to such words, having heard them so many times, that they no longer comprehended them as real. When they saw him, they no longer saw a small, defenseless child crying as they beat him, but rather, the one that would bring the end. They returned home carrying his head.

And as the sun rose, bringing on new day, a small boy sat in complete serenity before them all, atop his high place in a field of grassy plain. An angelic figure beneath the morning rays of light.

A drop of water splashed a river, flowing through pebbles and stones. The one he had seen in visions, dancing in candlelight, and the one whose voice he had heard in the babbling brook that swept along the side of his small house of sticks and straw. She fell from the sky, a faded apparition of pale skin and dark chesnut hair and a face of eighteen, arms outstretched as she floated down, musical notes leaving her mouth in perfect harmony with the whispering wind. "Yuki..." she sang beautifully. "Yuki... Yuki... Yuki... Yuki..." in tones that went from high to low, then low to high once more. "Yuki..."

"Tohru," a faint breath that left his throat.

And he was well again.

"Every night I'll come to you, and every night I'll heal you." Her voice would echo from all directions, first in one ear, and then the other. "And when the time is right, we'll bring it all to an end. Yuki... Yuki... Yuki..." And then she'd kiss his forehead before disappearing again into the dark sky.

The only thing keeping them apart...

The only thing holding them from being together...

This world of blue and green, the one with people on it.

She is heaven.

He is hell.

Welcome to the end of the world.

It is but a dollhouse made of glass.

Writer's note not too long of an intro. just wanted to say, hi, never forget me. i still exist. i'm still working on that first novel i mentioned earlier too (The Pros and Cons of When the Wealthy Fall in Love, by Sophiaalexandra, available in all local bookstores in, i dont know a few more months,) lol. There's a lot of editing processes you have to go through though. Mostly consisting of "DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN. THIS IS CRAP!" and me crying. just kidding, but not too far from the truth. I actually had, count them, three old fanfics that i wrote and never posted and was thinking about throwing up,and that dollhouse idea i mentioned awhile back, but it all got erased when our computer crashed so i'm like, whatever, might as well start all over again and change the plot completely. hopefully this will remind me to edit that stupid book again. Not enough to do means i procrastinate more. okay, yeah, so hi.