My name is Taishiro Sekamate
I lived in New York most of my short lived life. I was often in hospital so I wasn't afraid of the heights of the skyscrapers if you'd go to the top floor. I loved New York. I never wanted to leave. But. Like a doll. I was ripped from what I cared for, wanted and preferred.
It was winter. The typical thick snow had made a deep blanket on the sidewalks of the city. Each snowflake was crystal white and heavenly light blue. I stood from my bed and opened the curtains if my dormitory. Most people had gone downstairs for breakfast. I knew I had to wrap up warm that day so I took my gloves and hat out my draw, took my thickest jumper and pants from my closet and checked that my snow boots were dry. You'd think I was going to the Arctic dressed as I was, but I wasn't of course. I hated winter for that one reason. I had to hate the snow and the beautiful crisp feeling on my nose.
The winters beauty sickened me.
Literally sickened me.
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