Would you save me or would you let me go?

She is strong,

She has heart but still choose mind.

She makes the devil cross his mind.

Love is her strength all the while.

The Queen, the smart doodles, the unique one with aphrodisiac looks.

A wildflower amidst of roses and violets.

Her father's precious,

The next heir to the Storm business Empire.

Innocent was the shade of her eyes.

Fire was the shade of her personality.

She was the hurricane in which people drowned with their own will.

She was Amber,she was ice.

She loved.

Like star loved the sky.

A siren attracting the sailors to their doom.

~♥~

A princess who was drenched in serenity, her heart was drowning in sorrow yet soul trying to liberate free. She was a beautiful fairy who had lost her touch somewhere, immersed in darkness the angel had made her home there.

She was Alaina Storm, the heiress of the Storms, the tycoon world of business empires clashing with one another were her home. Bestowed with luxuries all around the world she was meant to be the one filled with mirth and joy, an ounce of arrogance mixed in her life yet she was far away from all those....near the peach tree that rained with flower petals, she was near the cool breeze of the mountains filled with snow.

For all her life she had longed for was peace, beauty for her was a façade that when one wore changed their true face.

'Alaina' her name was selected meticulously by her mother Sandra Storm and Father Maximus with all their love and emotions, with all the blessing in the world poured together, meaning 'Precious'. Then why was the word far away from what she felt. How many time she wished to sing a painful melody...bleed on the black and white keys of piano turning it scarlet with her blood.

She was blessed and she was cursed, always wondering that why she belonged to a mirror world. Her name was proof enough that Alaina Strom even in an avalanche was calm, an eerily feeling of melancholy had her wrapped in its arms.

Where was he? Her soulmate.....meant to take the pain away, like drinking a drop of poison for her lips and turning it into elixir.

Where are you now?