I remember her. Every day I remember her. Her gaze which made my heart pump, but my blood run cold. Her touch... how could someone with such cold skin make my flesh burn almost to the point of blistering? It was three or four years ago. I was struggling to come up with money to pay the rent. My art wasn’t selling and I felt so…alone. I had no money so I couldn’t eat. I would often pass out from hunger. My art was suffering. I had no inspiration. Oh, how I prayed. But little did I know, my prayers would come true in a way I never imagined possible.