It had been too long, he noted. The world where
bright colors and picturesque scenery exists; warmth
radiated upon lips as joyous laughter fills the air,
uplifting the once dulled and grey heart of his.
He remembers. Memories turned vivid.
“ —-ah. ” casually, broad shoulders leaned
against finely made antique wooden frame.
Burgundy gaze fixated, hardly fazed and 
unmoving. Long arms rested against firm 
chest as he stood there, motionless.
Her words —- little by little, reaches his ears.
Dark lashes narrowed a tad, fangs in display.
A sigh nearly slipped tightened folds of cold
flesh, annoyance barely shown yet 
deep within it felt like candles were lit aflame.

To embrace isolation, years and counting.
He wasn’t the least elated, not a bit.
Stranger or not, this place wasn’t meant
for visitors. It was his sanctuary,
his home for comfort. Yet there she was,
voicing out her curiosity.
Genuine naivete, if he were to say so himself. 
“ Perhaps having me here was
enough of an answer to your queries? ”