Lone Wolf

Prolouge:

The winter wind hit us harshly as we stepped outside the door.

Holding tightly to my father rough hand, I tried to gave myself one last look of the house that we had left behind.

But the powder like snow was always cruel to me though.

And so, it faded all away.

Just like my memory as a child.

I would soon forget my way back as we kept on walking foward.

I didn't know where we was going.

Nor do I dare to ask where either.

My father rough hand was still cold, even though I was wearing glove. The soft warm fabric seem to be so fragile as I grab on to his hand tightly.

I didn't want to fall or tripped myself, so I hold on to tightly not wanting to let go.

The snow had always been thick and heavy here, yet sometimes I wonder why do it always look so light and fluffly?

It was cold and frozen.

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My father hand that didn't grab onto mind.

As we walk aimlessly toward the mountain.

He didn't said anything.

Nor did he ever look back.

We just countinue on walking in the freezing cold weather.

Countinuing our route.

Our journey.

As we walk on for what seem like hours.

Yet there were no sound between us.

Well beside the snow showering down on us.

And the footstep that we made.

There was still no sound.

The silence was deadly, like the trees that we passed as it fallen into deep sleep below the winter snow.

And so I coming closer to my father

I countinue to held on to him with tight and much force grip.

It must had hurt him, I imagine.

My childlike hand squeezing onto his.

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Yet he didn't response though.

My father, he just countinue on walking.

Countinue on looking up a head.

Without a single touch or a single look.

I still waited for his response.

But he didn't

I knew he never did.

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And so, I let go of it.

My father hand.

I tripped upon the frozen cold snow.

We stop our track.

He stop his track.

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Slowly, he turned and look back at me.

And waited for my response.

He waited for me.

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But I didn't move though.

It was so cold.

Hearing his footstep toward my laying body.

He reached and closed my eyes.

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I tried to get a last look.

But winter snow had always were always so cruel to me you see.

It blurred my eyes.

And so I couldn't see his face.

I couldn't remember his face.

Nor did I remember him.

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When I open my eyes again.

He was gone.

The stranger that was in my head was gone.

And just like that I was awaken from my quick slumber.

Setting myself up.

I really didn't know where I was?

Or who I was?

So I countinue to walk on.

Leaving behind me the snow.

Leaving behind me my memory.

I didn't really care where I was going?

I didn't care what I remember.

Nor I didn't care what I wanted to forget.

And although even if I never really did like winter snow much.

Still it was alway cold and frozen.

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Because of that I decide to give myself a name.

Winter Snow is my name.

And I, was a lonewolf.