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The door slammed behind me, and the silence that followed chased me like a shadow. I couldn't breathe or think. All I felt was this bone-deep panic, clawing its way up my throat. The cold hit me like a fucking wall. I didn't even grab a coat. I just walked. Out the back door, down the crumbling steps, my boots crunching through frost that hadn't melted in days. The sky above me was the colour of ash. It was snowing. My lungs burned with every breath, pain lancing through my chest. I bent over, hacking hard into my palm until something warm and wet filled my mouth. I turned my head and spat. Red bloomed across the snow like ink.

I gasped. She's in white, just like me... a beautiful dress. We looked so alike. She smiled at me. I missed her smile. I found myself frowning. This can't be real, my mother was long gone. I stared at her, wanting to touch her, to have her hold me. "Oh mom... I miss you." I said aloud and my fingertips touched the brink of the water. The water started to freeze over and in an instant, I could see my breath puff out in front of me as I breathed. It's snowing, so many snowflakes flurrying down around me.

Each end of the snowflake has white diamonds too that glows brightlywhen in contact with light. Her eye s however is straing deeply into her sleeping husband. Her lips tremble at the thoughto of him getting hurt. She was clueless. She didn’t know what to do. Then, when a few rain drops flew to he rcheek, she slowly wipes them awat and notice the droplets turns into ice t her touch. And idea flickers in he rhead. She gulped as much air she can and turn back to Adam.

Please! My throat screams, my voice tears apart, but she does not respond. Her smile fades slowly, replaced by an infinite paleness. Her face becomes translucent, almost made of light. Her fingers tremble in this frozen farewell. I reach out, desperate, my fingers brush against the icy air she leaves behind. — LYRA!

I whispered to no one. But the memories didn’t stop. They twisted into something else and before I even realized it, I was drifting. Falling… Sleep took me like a wave pulling me under. And when I opened my eyes again, everything was white. At first, I thought maybe it was the lights — too bright, too sterile — but then I saw the sky. Or what looked like it. It stretched endlessly above me, with roses, snowflakes falling like tiny shards of glass. I blinked, confused. I was standing barefoot in a snowfield that seemed to go on forever. My breath came out in pale clouds as I wrapped my arms around myself instinctively, shivering.

Lucy’s POV The air stung my skin like wicked thorns. My breath came in short, hard gasps. I could taste the cold in my mouth. “Lucy, breathe,” Xandra whispered beside me. Her teeth were shaking. Her lips were almost blue. “I’m trying,” I said, my voice shaking as much as my body. The early snow beneath our shoes crunched with every step. The wind blew against our faces and cut through our clothes like it wanted to rip us open. I could feel my fingers going numb.

Snow Slope — Lena Lena tumbled down the icy slope, her hands shredding against frozen rock, her throat raw from screaming. “ELIAS! ELIAS!!” The night swallowed her voice. The world blurred — white snow, black sky, cold wind cutting her skin. She hit the ground hard, the impact sending a bolt of pain up her spine. For a moment, she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. She could only cry. “No… no… Elias… please…”

With her bare feet stepping on the white snow, the cold feeling from the tips of her toes spreading all over her body, Palomas Blancas raised her head to look up at the sky, but the white snowflakes blocked her view, blocking her vision, the sun belongs only to her. “Don't fall, don't fall…” She waved her hand vigorously, wanting to brush off the falling snowflakes in her sight. Unexpectedly, the heavy snow stopped falling. When the last snowflake fell at her feet, the gentle sun shone bright lights on the world, bringing her warmth that she hadn't seen in a long time, and making her think of the nostalgia she had carved into stone.

’ Abby begin playing the instrument and sing “Just the Way You Are.” “My lovely Madam, I hope you like my rendition, Abby sigh. ‘Of course, I sincerely love it. You are way excellent than Bruno Mars.’ Debbie hold Abby’s hand and kiss it. “Thank you for everything Abby.” Debbie pulls her hand up and said, come on let’s dive in now to the pool and relax.

Lips slightly parted, her breath visible in the cold. The snow fell thicker now, lazy flakes drifting down like the world had decided to slow just for us. Streetlights cast a soft glow over everything, turning the pavement silver. Our breaths mingled in the cold, faint clouds of mist forming and dissolving between us, as if even the air couldn’t decide where it belonged. She looked up at me, not really. She was lost in my mind, probably wondering why we were so close. She licked her lips, and my eyes narrowed at the micro action.