He stared blankley at the dark ceiling, the curtains covering his windows so no light could make it's way inside. His hands brushed over the red, silk-like fabric of his sheets. Heaving a heavy sigh, he rose from his bed and shivered as his feet touched the hard wood surface. Pulling back the dark curtains, he stared outside at his neighbor. Her red hair glimmered in the lumionsity of the afternoon, while her sun kissed skin whispered hello to the morning gleam. He knew this was only a spell, but the damage had been done; he was in love.