I wrote this listening to Crystal Snow by BTS. I've added it, for some atmosphere.
I miss winter. The cold. My breath clouding before me. My fingers freezing in my pockets. I miss the song playing on repeat. That song, the embodiment of snow. Of crisp, freezing winter. I miss it. It plays on my shuffle once and awhile, but it's not the same. Those sensations that belong only to winter should stay with winter. It feels nostalgic listening to that melody, to the words being sung and the feelings being conveyed. I loved that song. I still do. Only now, I can't listen to it. I'm afraid of losing—"overriding"—those memories of the snow that replay in my head everytime I listen to that song.
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Short StoryOkay so I know originals aren't really that popular on in this app but idk I just felt like posting this here for people. Maybe it'll help you, maybe it won't. These are just prompts my friends gave me, or what I write when I have inspiration. Tell...
