Kent was laying in his bed. The night was slow but filled with painful yet pleasant memories. He never stopped dreaming about her. Never stopped believing that she was still out there somewhere. He knew it was just foolish and hopeful wishing but...he wanted the dreams to be real. "When you died...so did I Renae..." he whispers to the air. A single icy tear trailed its way down his face. Landing with an icy hiss on the sheet. He shook his head. Only in his room would he ever let his tears of ice water fall. The tears so cold now they sometimes formed little beads of ice when they hit something solid. He didn't cry normal tears. He had never cried before when he possessed something worth loving. No one could ever nor would ever replace her. He had changed and even in his room he barely cried. He was an ice person. Distant and filled with anger towards anyone who tried to make him feel again. He closed his eyes and was up early. Finishing breakfast and slams the door as he left. Driving off towards school again. He always got there early. He pulled out a sketchbook and started to draw Renae.