I expect his eyes to fill with pity, but instead I only find understanding.
He moves closer to me; his slender hand reaching towards me.
His hand moves my hair behind my ear before resting on my cheek.
I find myself leaning into his touch.
His hand moves; trailing my body until he finds my hand.
"I'm taking you somewhere."
I gladly follow his lead.
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Summer and Winter
Short StoryA story of how the snow fell in love with sun. Cover by @kaykay113226
