It's nearing December and Rosewood Hall is covered in a blanket of snow, hidden away from the world behind a white sheet. Me and Ellie are currently taking a walk through the Rose Wood. My new haircut is making my shoulders cold, so I wrap my pink scarf around my neck tighter. I watch Ellie walk through the snow, snowflakes decorating her pale skin and ebony hair. She looks like a snow queen, a slight blush across her cheeks and snowflakes clinging to her long eyelashes. I'm so mesmerized by her beauty that I completely forget to pay attention to where I'm walking and...
'OOF' I sign in pain as I trip over a tree root.
Ellie hold's out her hand to help me up and I go to take it and pull her down so we are both lay, our heads next to each other, in the snow. As we both laugh at my clumsiness, I roll over to face her, brushing a strand of dark hair out of her eyes. Our eyes lock and I carefully take in all the details, the golden and grey specks of her eyes, the soft dimples either side her lips and the small dint in her eyebrow.
I snap back to reality, realising where I am, under the big tree of Rose Wood; the tree where Lilliana would go to rest too...
