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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.

She hit a person. “Oh sorry Miss, I was in a hurry and I didn’t see you there!” The man said as he tried to help Annika out of concern. Annika doesn’t have the energy to argue anymore, she just whined from that collision and then looked at the man. When their eyes met, Annika’s entire body just froze! Her eyes lit up as she couldn't believe who she saw. Her jaw dropped and she wanted to say something, but her mouth wouldn't open. Annika’s complexion became pale like she had seen a ghost. Her hands were trembling as she pointed at the man.

If I could just think clearly… if I could just stop shaking… maybe I could fix this. With a sudden thump, I sank onto the floor near the window. The wooden boards were cold beneath me, their chill seeping through the thin fabric of my clothes. Snowflakes slipped in through the slight opening of the window, landing softly on my lap like fragile pieces of a broken sky. A gust of wind brushed against my face, mingling with the tears that now flowed freely down my cheeks. The cold feels almost alive, biting, reminding me of everything I can’t control. Everything that’s slipping away.

Nicoli screamed. The sound that tore from him wasn't human—it was the sound of something essential breaking, raw and wordless and absolute. His throat tore with the force of it, tasting copper and desperation. But the air swallowed the scream whole, leaving only the visible puff of his breath curling upward, crystallizing, breaking apart into— Snow. It was snowing again. Thick white flakes materialized from nothing, drifting between him and the room ahead, building a veil that grew more opaque with each heartbeat. Through the gaps, he could still see flashes of color—red silk, silver hair, crimson spreading across white cushions.

It’s like it saturates my skin and sinks into me, making my body feel heavy, and my shoulders sag. All of the wonderful feelings that Blake invoked in me tonight have disappeared after entering this house of nightmares. I walk over to my Bluetooth speaker and connect my phone. I make sure the volume is low before I press play. The sound of Natasha Bedingfield’s “Wild Horses” fills the room. I slowly pull off my clothes till I’m in my bra and panties. I open my drawer and pull out my blade that I didn’t expect to get out tonight. This night was so up and down. The ups were amazing with Blake, but the downs are the ones that stick to my skin as if they are tangible entities. As if they have ha

I whispered, my voice trembling as the snow blanketed us in a quiet, intimate cocoon. "I really, really love you, more than anything in this world. It doesn't matter that we can't be together, because my feelings for you are so strong." His voice trembled slightly, each word imbued with the depth of his emotion. "I still care about you, and I always will." Snowflakes drifted softly onto his eyelashes, glistening like tiny diamonds in the frigid air. His breath formed wispy clouds that vanished quickly. As I watched, I couldn’t help but think how the idea of escaping this dreaded family was growing more appealing by the second.

Nothing else. "Tell me when the whispers find the Baron," Rose said, and stooped to check the petals of a rose. "I guess I am yours to command," Fred said, "but I don't sit well with you killing that innocent White girl. I know you wish to end the race. Can't you wait for another century, or another millennium?"

Krystal's face, which was currently right in front of his face, couldn't help but remember the old wounds that he had always tried to hide from anyone. "These lips, I miss them so much." Lorenzo muttered under his breath in a hoarse voice as he rubbed Krystal's lips seductively. Their eyes locked with each other with Lorenzo's face getting closer to Krystal to scoop up the pink lips that he had always longed for in his lonely nights.

Sophia’s POV The snow was blinding, a relentless swirl of white that pressed against me, freezing my skin and stealing my breath. My small legs stumbled as I trudged through the icy wilderness, calling out, my voice hoarse and cracking. "Mom? Dad?" But the only sound was the howling wind. “Sabrina,” a voice whispered, low and chilling, carried by the storm. I froze, the hair on the back of my neck standing on end. It came again, closer this time. “Sabrina…”

As he stared at his mother's grave, dying to ask her for advice, for comfort, but he knew she could give him neither, so he didn't say anything. At some point, it started snowing. Snowflakes danced in the wind before falling on the ground. Right then, as the snow fell on his frozen hands and face, feeling them softly touching his skin reddened from the cold, Jake felt comforted. Comforted by the snow and the cold wind... by the soft silence that filled the air... by the sky of the night that, for once, didn't envelop him in the darkness for it had taken a soft purplish hue, and it was brighter than usual because of the snow.