Her perfect porcelain face shimmered in the dim light, a simple yet strong expression never shifted from her face; smiling - anyone could see - did not seem to be her favorite hobby. Her elongated blonde hair flowed down to her shoulders, everything perfect, and nothing out of place ,nothing cluttered She was not young, nor was she old, her life was at the midst of it’s greatest peak, yet life was something she did not seem to enjoy. From the outside she seemed simple, a strong persona, someone who’s life was perfect but what everyone could see was her actions, although never knew the cause of her icy touch for what she lacked deep inside her was one of the most powerful weapons of a human being… a heart.

Wherever she walked coldness lingered, for her heart was not in her chest. Her heart was the one thing she was missing a heart and therefore feelings. She never cared for what people did, never cared as long as her life kept being as perfect as it had always been. But was it really a perfect life? In her eyes she knew that her life had nothing missing, but what her mind was oblivious too was the simple fact that feelings could indeed exist upon a human body, feelings that could only exist within a heart.

Wandering through life she went, and as she walked through life – oblivion lingering not far behind – she crushed and destroyed the dreams and joy of those who surrounded her. Jealousy could be one word to explain it, or rather the coldness she beheld caused this; but it mattered not what it may be for all who treaded to close to her seemed to fall not far behind from a cold icy heart.

Who is this woman we dare speak of? Someone you should hope you shall never cross paths. Her icy touch and stare can make you or break you , but those few who have lingered by have broken down to nothingness. Beware.

Ps. If you are wondering what the hell this is about, it's about my new boss who is a bitch (Y)