OPHELIA'S POV
The distorted view slowly came to focus. It was the kind of night that was bleak, dark, mysterious and you couldn't see much. The kind of night you would rather stay at home than be in. Blankets of darkness already covered the frosty forest. The view would have been beautiful, if there was no thick fog spoiling it or, to put it straight, the words that shooting out of Xavier's mouth. Plus, I didn't even have a view. Not a proper one anyway. All I could see was the quick blur of jet black hair mingled with deep pink, traces of blush on his cold face with an occasional blinding green, flashing trough his eyes, like it was never there. Puke rinsed my mouth I was cold all over, even my eyeballs and I hardly had time to breathe, as frosty swirls of air swept silently towards me.