His Winter Heart
"You're wrong Snow, I am not a robot. If I am, then why am I feeling this way to you, my strawberry?"
I blushed but brushed it off. "Really? Strawberry? So now I am a fruit now?" I fake-disgusted even though I was electrified by his words.
"It's cute, you know." He defended.
I rolled my eyes, "Whatever floats in that winter heart of yours."
He gasped dramatically, "Oh so now my heart? What's wrong with it? It didn't do anything wrong except pumping the words, 'Snow. Snow. Snow'." He said, clutching his chest dramatically and making beating movements
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