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Blair cried, I wanted to wipe the tears over her face then I noticed it was starting to snow then I remembered the first snow theory. I stretched out my hand, snow dropped on it and I showed it to Blair, I wanted to talk but my throat was sure but I forced myself, I wanted to make her laugh and not cry, “It's… the… first …snow…there…is… a. .say…ing…the …. person…you…see…the…first…snow….of…the…year… with…will…” I was still trying to talk when my voice became distant and my eyes became heavy. Blair's tears were the last thing I had seen before my world became dark.

She is too good for this fucked up world. I smirk and step closer to her as she moves backwards, leaning against the wall. So funny. "Wanna kiss me again Snow White?" I ask her. I tuck her loose hair behind her ears and stare right at those irresistible eyes. She opened her mouth to talk but nothing came out. "Gray." she stutters trying to fight something. "Someone might see us." She whispers. "Why do you care? I'd love to try this again." I smile at her and lock eyes with her. She acted like she couldn't breathe.

I couldn't help but return his smile with one of mine; maybe not one as bright and beautiful looking as his, but either ways, a smile. "Hello! I'm Snow and I think you're very beautiful," I replied, automatically throwing in a compliment without even realising it. After getting nothing in reply, I glanced back up in Dylan's face to find him blushing a beautiful pink, a colour I've found annoying whenever it appears on my face, unlike Dylan's face, that colour red was made for his beautiful, feminine face.

I hate the way that caused my heart to pang. I thought I was the only one he smiled at like that. I thought I was the only one he looked at affectionately. It is unsettling and hard to watch. It made me hate coming here, and I suddenly wanted to go home. “I got a white bunny, and I named her Snowball! She's so soft and fluffy!” The annoying person said, holding his hands over his chest as he thought of his bunny. His smile suddenly disappears, and he frowns at Walker.

“You’re pushing it, Slade.” But he wasn’t done. “Snowy,” he said, his voice softening as if the word itself deserved reverence. The moment he uttered the nickname, an image flashed in my mind so vividly that it nearly made me stagger. Pale skin, glowing like moonlight. Hair so white it rivaled the freshest snow, cascading in waves over her shoulders. Her eyes... hauntingly beautiful, like twin stars in a twilight sky. There was something ethereal about her, something that tugged at a part of me I didn’t want to acknowledge.

The wide fields below are a blanket of white, glistening in the warm sunlight. It’ll all be gone in a matter of minutes. But it’s here now. I raise my hand to the cold winds and let the damp flakes kiss my skin, sending a shiver all through me. Ethan peers back at me from the corner of his icy eye, and I lift both hands letting my legs lock firmly around him. He pauses for only a second before an earth-shaking roar tears through him with another bout of ice and snow. My chin tips up to the feel of it against my skin and I let out an excited yell to match his roar.

She froze, her breath hitching slightly. I leaned down, burying my face in the crook of her neck and inhaling deeply. Her scent—soft, sweet, and intoxicating filled my senses, grounding me in a way I didn’t know I needed. “Snowy,” I murmured, my voice low and almost a whisper, “you’re too pure for this world.” She stiffened again but didn’t move away. I could feel her heart beating rapidly against me, a rhythm that matched the strange, steady warmth growing in my chest.

he asked as he got into one knee, her face filled with excitement and happiness. The street looked like an unfinished painting. So much of the canvas was still perfectly white as if waiting for the artist's hand to return. The morning light struggled through the murky cloud, but even in its weakness, it was enough to blind. The air was of course cold. Breath pales against the numbing air, she blinked thoughtfully as the frost patiently kissed her face, captivated by the soft, dusty illusions of light that sat heavily on her eyelashes. She adored the snow, more so when it was falling.

I gasp. She's in white, just like me... a beautiful dress. We look so alike. She smiles at me. I missed her smile. I find myself frowning. This can't be real, my mother is gone. I stare at her, wanting to touch her, to have her hold me. "Oh mom... I miss you." I say aloud and my finger tips touch the brink of the water. The water starts to freeze over and in an instant I can see my breath puff out infront of me as I breathe. It's snowing, so many snowflakes flurrying down around me.

I whisper aloud, covering my mouth with shock. My eyes close to absorbing this information. “Wake up, Chloe. You’re dreaming,” I frantically tell myself. When I open my eyes, I’m in a completely different scene. The air has turned cold, and I can see my breath as it escapes my mouth. Icicles fall from the trees around and fluffy snowflakes fall from a grey sky. My teeth chatter when a shiver rolls through my body and I rub my arms to get rid of the goosebumps.