It crunches under my boot, the untouched crisp layer of white snow. I stare out over the ridge and I see another town. I feel another life seep into me, and I feel older, wiser.
I slump down under a tree and pick up a handful of snow. It crumbles at my touch.
Typicall. I think bitterly. Even snow can't stand my presence.
A cold flush of air whistles around me and I pull my coat tighter around me. I remember when I was younger and I used to hate winter, it was as if the world was dead, I remember I used to say. Now, however, I like this season for exactly that reason. The cold, the silence. It all keeps people away. That's what I want. To be left alone. I miss people, I truly do.
They just don't miss me.
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Jack
FanfictionTalaha is an introvert. But she wasnt aways like this. There was a time when the seer and giver of fate wasn't dark, wasn't mysterious. That was when she knew a boy called Jack. Before he was Jack Frost, Jack was her best friend. He understood her...
