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Let It Go (Phan) Part 2Be the good boy you have to be.Let It Go (Phan) Part 2 by jared-leto
Be him, it's what everyone wants. Ugh. I hated this life, why was I born if I was just going to grow up to be a monster with icy hands?
It's been a year about since i left, and everything was fine. Except I didn't have food and my horse died. Ever since I had left, I guess my emotions came with ice magic to. Everywhere you looked was stuck in an eternal winter. Snow wouldn't stop falling, how could I stop it?
I trudged through the thick snow I had created with my stupid emotions. I needed a place to stay. Too bad I ran from society. I grew my buzz cut out into long, shiny black hair. It covered my eyes. Maybe people wouldn't know who I was if they couldn't see my eyes. I had also taken off that Prince clothes, and dressed down. Right now I was in a purple and black plaid button up t shirt, and black jeans. Maybe also if I dressed dark, people couldn't see the icy blues and whites gleaming through.
At the moment I was making my way down the street in a li
Let It Go (Phan) Part 1I couldn't let them know, I couldn't!Let It Go (Phan) Part 1 by jared-leto
Slowly, I looked down at my hands. My stupid, bitter, icy hands. Ice crystallized onto the pale skin, making me shiver. Shiver not because I was cold, but because I feared myself. I was just a frozen soul, trapped inside the body of a 26 year old man. Maybe people ran away from me because of my eyes. They were a very very light shade of baby blue, maybe they could see who i really am in them.
I need to run.
I shouldn't be here, would if my gloves come off in public? Would if the whole town saw what i held behind my gloves? I should be out of any searching dog's scent reach from town by midnight if I left now. Yes, yes! I'll go now!
To leave the castle, I had to sneak. I hope nobody sees me... Quietly, I slipped my purple gloves back on my hands, pulling them into my long matching cape. Opening the door of my room, which I never left, I sighed heavily.
"Do you want to build a snowman?" The voice of my little brother, PJ, echoed in my ears. It