SILENCE
Frost traces a frigid fern on the window pane. Outside, the snow wafts down, glinting bright in the moonlight, dancing on the occasional air current.
Across the room she lays with her back to me, a barrier as resolute as Hadrian's wall.
Still awake, I can tell from her breathing, as she ignores me.
Outside the snow continue its graceful mocking ballet.
So quiet.
So cold.
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I love how the cold and the silence reflect the emotion. Great.
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