Having been rejected and shunned by my very own blood family, then the church group and friends i had created my whole life, it is easy to feel alone, disconnected and empty. Each tiny hair stood at attention as the stench of decay washed over him. They began as friends but they both had a secret love for each other technically misty has a crush on ash. If you ever saw a picture of them kissing it has probably been edited or made by some guy. I stood there, unmoving, my quick breaths visible as tiny puffs of steam in the subfreezing air.