Snow

Reed’s pov

It’s snowing.

“Say can I ask you a question?” she asked still looking out the window.

“What comes of snow when its melt?” I smirked at the obvious question.

“Water obviously.”

“Bzzt.” she chuckled. “Spring comes dummy.”

“Spring is my favourite season.” She whispered, her voice like soft chime of wind.

She was my spring. My favourite season. I was snow. I’d frozen somewhere along the line in darkness, in my dark cage and she was a fresh bright spring.

I fell in love like it was a logical necessity.

“Don’t reject me. I am glad I met you. Falling in love with you bought me happiness.” I wept.

For the first time in my life, I felt somehow forgiven- somehow saved. Like a river of snow melted by the breath of spring. The tears wouldn’t stop flowing.

God, please let her meet someone else who really can make her happy. I am willing to pay anything.

I am willing to be frozen in snow from now until I die…

“I see you’re finally awake.” I heard the voice of the ma