After he left, Pia named him Winter.
The winter boy treasured her heart like a robin's nest. Somehow, without her permission, he found his way in, without knocking, without her even noticing that he stood outside. Her fingers grew chilly. She pressed closer to him, shivering, begging for kisses.
The winter boy was icily beautiful, made of coolness, and smoothness, and sweetness. But he didn't fill her.
Instead, she emptied.
His going was hard and quick: a splinter, a needle, a puff of freezing air.
She laid her barricade's first bricks. Her heart stopped noticing the chill.
Oooooooh.
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Waaah, this one's so beautiful and sad ;_;