In the middle of a cold winter, snowflakes slowly drifting onto the dead grass, lays a girl lost in her hopes and dreams. Lylah was her name, her long, brown hair touching her hips as she lay silently in the snow. Snowflakes kissed her eyelashes, melting and rolling off like tear drops. She wore a deep black pea coat, along with a pair of light washed denim jeans and knee-high brown boots. Her pale lips glistened against the sun, peeking through the clouds, as the horizon was coming to a close.
That girl was me.
