Without his essence, his body was completely white. I had once compared him to the alabaster sculpture of David. Without life, he looked even more like a statue then ever before. But if I reached out and touched him, his skin wouldn't be hard like marble—only cold.

Even his normally beautiful dark curls had no color. And yet I couldn't stop thinking that he was just as handsome as any living man was with his full lips and perfect Cupid's bow. His nose was strong and not ...