Chapter 68

This time around he is gone for a while so I start growing comfortable in my loneliness, taking some time off the book to stretch my back, and that's when I see the first flock of pure white snow drifting slowly from the sky.

I stretch my hand to catch it, but as an illusion it soon melts away at the palm of my hand, however I'm not disappointed at it for soon many others follow suit, and with a calm weather and wind they are lazy to trail the air, rounding their spiraling curves down slowly.

I stand to watch, my now long slim body of a young teenager wearing barely enough amount of clothes to pass as normal, enjoying the lowering temperature and, standing straight among the slowly pilling white snow I start feeling a little bit at home, my pale skin and hair easily blending in with my surroundings if not for the patterns of blue on my white vests.