Snowfall And Scars

The car ride began quietly, the engine’s hum blended with the soft whoosh of passing cars, a muted rhythm against the falling snow. Outside, the world was a winter painting, white-frosted trees lining the roads, and soft snowflakes lazily floating down from the overcast sky. My breath had warmed enough to stop misting in the car’s interior, and my hands rested in my lap, thawing from the earlier cold.

“I’m glad you decided to let me help you,” Elias said, his voice breaking the silence. His eyes briefly flicked from the road to me, the corner of his mouth curling into a faint smile.

I let out a small huff, half a laugh. “It’s not like I had much of a choice. You’re pretty stubborn, you know.” I shifted slightly in my seat, glancing at him. “If anything, I should be the one saying thanks. You have no reason to help me.”

“You could say—” He stopped mid-sentence, as if catching himself.

I frowned and turned my head to him. “Say what?”