I walk through the quiet street. Everything out here is colorless. The sky is a sad grey. No clouds only a clear grey sky. A white blanket covers the earth. Frozen water dangles from the houses, making it look as though each house has a been decorated with crystals.
I pull down my hat to cover my now blue ears. Snow gently falls from this lifeless sky. I step in the middle of the street. I look up and just stare at it I feel as if everything around me has disappeared. All I can see is the beautifully crafted snowflakes.
I continued to walk down the road. I suck in a deep breath of my cigarette creating a fiery blaze of orange at the end.
I then watch the cloud of smoke that I have exhaled combine with with the cloud that my breath has created.
I turned the corner and that's when I see her. She is beautiful. She lays peacefully in a bank of untouched snow. The milky white of skin her and her white dress blend in with the snow. If wasn't for her cold black hair she would be a unoticeable.
Multiple thoughts are racing through my mind. Who is she? What is she doing here? Is she dead? My breath hitches at that last thought.
I slowly start to make my way up to her. Her eyes are closed, I kneel down to examine her. I remove my gloves and place a single hand on her bare shoulder. She is warm. How is she warm? How is this possible? I am absolutely puzzled.
Her eyes shoot open, causing her dark thick lashes to flick all of the snowflakes that have collected on them to fall off. And first her eyes are dark almost black. Then they quickly change into a light blue almost grey. They create a great contrast against her dark hair.
She just stares at me I move to help her to her feet. Her eyes flickered to my cigarette I have resting between my two fingers. I suddenly feel ashamed and quickly drop it and kick snow over it with my boot. A small smiles comes on her face. When she sees me looking it quickly disappears.
"Who are you?" she softly asks letting the words fall from her lips. I am actually stunned by her sudden the use of vocalism.
"I am Alexander." I slightly stutter.
"Who are you?" I quiz back at her.
"I am Persephone." I look into her eyes and disbelief washes over me. They quickly change to a grey blue, violet then stopped at a dark blue.
"Where did you come from?" I asked her. All she does is point up to the sky.
My eyebrows knit together. I look at her and her eyes have changed color yet again! They are now a pale green.
"Your eyes, they keep changing!" She looks down but then quickly looks up again when she hears me speak.
"What are you?"
"I am an angel."
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