sjsprWriting

Alone in his castle, a young man stumbles around the vast hallways. He glides his hands over the many photo frames hung on the wall with faceless beings. Grand porcelain vases with beautiful flowers on tables. The castle’s gates are always open, but no one goes in. With an empty heart now locked away, he searches for a way to fix himself. He is cold and dark inside. Many call him the Ice Prince while many others call him the Dark one. Although on the contrary, he is very amiable and trustworthy and most of all very lonely. Even when it may seem that he has a lot to himself, he sees nothing but sadness. The word Prince is just a title. Given up on himself, he finds ways to make others happy, pleasing them and giving what he can. He puts others above and gets hurt along the way. His jealousy and kind,frozen heart melts every time but the cycle always starts again. His dearest friends hold him close but live so far. They know his faith is not right, but all they can do is support, one of the only reasons why he still tries…