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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.

Downtrodden breath, gasps, groans, screams... Goosebumps and cold streams on the back. When they finally run out of steam, melting snow is everywhere, perhaps even in shorts. Disheveled, flushed, laughing. Louis jumps on one leg, trying to shake the mud out of his ear. The whale is on his knees and gasping for air. Her cheeks are glowing, her lips are bright, as if made up. Roswo is covered with snow dust, like a cake with powdered sugar. He shakes himself off and sneezes funny.

I read the sentences, dazed by how my words came out. “Glorious,” I murmur. I. Snowflakes sprinkle, and my eyes flicker. In the quiet of the night, your beauty shines bright. Your sweet smile is all I can see Can you stay with me? He sings the lines in his breathy, baritone voice. His fingers fall softly on the piano, resonating with continuous mellow tones. The key belongs to the E chord family. I melt in my seat, feeling the overwhelming desire to kiss him.

To someone. I look out the barred window. Snow falls slowly. White. Quiet. Covering everything. I whisper to myself. Voice small. Broken. “What are you turning me into?” The ceiling does not answer. I close my eyes.

"Hayle, wake up." A gentle bass voice whispered into Hayle's ear, instantly rousing him from a dream he had already forgotten upon waking. His smile emerged as he saw the familiar face lying beside him, not far away. Hayle stretched, still longing to sink back into the warmth of his bed. It almost felt unreal being in a place covered in snow. Rolling his body and glancing around, his eyes widened at the sight of the sky, now transformed into a breathtaking scene of orange mixed with grey, touched with hints of white and pale blue.

*** Hyacinth *** The snow was falling steadily, each flake drifting through the air with a quiet grace before settling on the ground. The cold wrapped itself around me, sharper than I’d ever felt before, biting at my skin, seeping into my bones. Every breath felt like ice in my lungs, the chill so deep it seemed to crawl beneath my clothes, making my muscles stiff and unresponsive. This wasn’t just cold; it was a sharp, unforgiving kind of cold that seemed to gnaw at everything it touched.

It was the dread, the fright, the nightmare: snow. Ishida stepped back in horror. The snow was white— utterly, terribly white. Were the snow a different color, say, grey, or black, Ishida would not have been as terrified as this. “I-I think I’m g-going to stop r-right here,” Ishida uttered an exasperated sigh. “Y-you go ahead, I-I’ll wait for you h-here.” “What do you mean?” Rhina turned around and stared at her petrified friend. “What’s the matter? Why is your face so pale?”

He never wanted me to cry, he wanted to be the one who stopped my tears always, and never the one to cause them. He softly pressed his lips to mine again, causing me to gasp as the lightning danced on my lips and through my body. "Let me in… Please, Snow. Let me prove to you that we aren't all the same." He whispered against my lips. I took a breath in and exhaled slowly. "You don't understand." I said, while pulling away, so I could look at his beautiful neon green eyes.

WanKe breaks the silence all of sudden beginning the conversation again. "Of course I will, I don't care about anything as long as we stick together," his smile widens. "You are the first close friend of mine," "And the best," he completes smiling cheekily. ~~~••~~~••~~~••~~~ Layer of white blanket forms on the high land trees heavy with snow on it's tips, the snow falls slowly landing on her hair and body, clenching her palms she squeezes her eyelids shut hoping her tears which welled up without her control to stop but her choppy breathing and watery eyes remained for sometime and she sat there unmoving.

My ribs scream with every breath, and even my teeth ache from the cold that has long since seeped into the marrow of my bones. I keep moving—because stopping means death. Or worse. I tell myself I chose this. That I didn’t flee—I vanished. A difference that only matters to the dead parts of me I’m too afraid to bury. But even lies lose their power in the cold. My knees give out. I collapse into the snow with a dull thud, breath heaving in ragged bursts. The world feels muted here. Soft. A white silence drapes itself over me like a funeral shroud. For a moment, I let myself go limp. The snow is gentle. Almost kind.