Snow

It hardly ever snowed, but when it did, it was like watching
all the colors come back to life in all the white that covered everything
around him. Walking in the snow reminded him of fairytales.  No reason, but it just did. But trying to fake a smile and walk past her house was the hardest. Remembering her came in flashbacks, and her voice echoed all around his head.  Memories flashed in front of his eyes,playing silently like a film without a soundtrack.  It felt like fire, burning holes in his heart, leaving marks and charred matter in a hole made for it, just like the footprints on the white sand. He was trying really hard to keep it together,but it always just fell apart on him, hitting him into a stare of indescribable agony. The world was falling apart around him, but it was strange how sometimes she was the only thing he could think of.