Lazarus hopped inside. "Sasha..." He winced a little. "I..." He wanted to tell her. "I dont want to hurt you." He frowned, before pulling his fringe back. "This is what is happening to me." The hairs underneath were turning black. The darkest black you'd ever seen, blacker than black. "My soul is burning Sasha." He sighed. "And my magic is spiraling out of control." He looked down before pulling his white fringe back down. "Sasha..." Why was this so hard? He placed his hand on her waist and pulled her in close. He kissed her on the cheek and whispered in her ear, where he had been for the last few months, what he had learned about himself, and what magic he was capable of using. He kept her close. "Do you see now Sasha...?" A tear rolled down his cheek. "My soul is burning."