A lover, named Alice, died the same day she was born, January 4th. Leaving poor Michael, the other lover, lost in the world without the color in his life, the color he lost the day he lost her. But, found the color of her when his shoulder brushed against the girl he thought he once knew. Dear sweet, sick Alice. If only he could have seen her again before winter seperated them. Or, maybe... He could.All Rights Reserved