When a mysterious new guy joins my meteorology class, a blizzard comes to campus.
The new guy is sullen, frosty, and everything he touches turn to ice.
As the snow on campus gets worse, I must help him. Because he says his name is Winter.
And if hi...
When I wake up Winter is gone from my bed, and for the first time in 16 days, a faint glimmer of sunlight shines through my window.
I could have persuaded myself that I'd imagined him being here if it weren't for a note he'd left on my pillow.
S. Can we talk properly? Meet me at the lake. Bring some of that warm stuff you were talking about in the cafe – hot chocolate or whatever it was - Half seven.
Yours, W.
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