He writes a different picture
She colors in her stories

Vivid images stilled on paper, as though caught in their final acts.
Framed by wild imagination and voiced through the knowledge of language.

But beauty is said to be in the eye of the beholder...
...and their eyes are shrouded in a veil of darkness.

Minds burning steadily like the dying embers of a once all consuming inferno.
Smiles on the outside, but busy hands betray their soothing facade.
Demons in the skins of angels, doomed to the forlorn world of shadows and wallflowers.