he would always be the first breath of winter.
your relationship with winter was as ambiguous as it was with him. sometimes, you would welcome the pricks of winter’s kisses on your face. on other days, it was the mere sight would leave you with dread for the incoming. nevertheless, you embraced its presence in your life and so did you did with him. the fear for what’s next never leaving the back of your mind.
winter came when the earth dies in the hands of the cold. soon, the world would be covered with a blanket of whiteness. a flawed perfection that a single touch would ruin its pureness, but you dared to.
you always thought would be prepared. people warned you about the outside, how it was just an illusion and, you were never to make it out without the cold nipping some part of your heart. zipping your jacket up just above your chest, you never believed it. and how foolish you were not to.
moving out the comfort of the familiar, you stepped out into the outside. you closed your eyes for a brief second, your chest rising up for a single inhale. the cold air of the outside mixing with the old air in your lungs as you breathe him in. the tingling of its spread reaching the depths of your insides. and just for a second, there was warmth.
but you were the fool that took too much of it in.
soon, your lungs would crush inwards on itself. the once tingling feelings erupts into stabbing pain. your insides burning from the after effects. you violently cough to expel any of it out, heaving over. but the cold air clings to every fiber of your insides. tears welling around your eyes. a single tear slips from your eyes, down your redden cheeks and lands on the snow. the tear soon swallowed by the darkness of the crushed snow underneath your feet.
you stare at the snow and
and that was him.
