𝐋𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐄//𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

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Y/N ran through the blank sheet of snow that had now been ruined with her footprints.

She wished she could go back to a year or two ago when she could go back to nights like these with him.

Running through the snow.

Making snow angels.

Laughing at the weirdest things possible.

He had been he everything for so many years. She always wanted to tell him that she loved him but it had been to late.

She had always wanted to know how it felt like to run her fingers through his hair.

To cuddle with him on sleepless nights.

But it was far too late.

Because the person she had loved so much had been taken.

He was dead.

And no matter what she did she couldn't bring him back.

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OH MY GOD THIS IS SO SHORT.
I'm seriously sorry but writers block ain't a fun thing. I'll try to make a longer one tomorrow.