Bitter cold ate away at his fingers, cherry red and numb as they usually were. He wondered if they had the little white spots coating his palms, their soft little attempt to mirror the snow around him. But he was too caught up in the sky to bother looking. The way the colors melted into the horizon, a shine so warm it almost felt wrong. Something so beautiful couldn't be real in a world like this. As his breath froze right against his lips, somewhere in the world, warm and delicate, his other half remained in silence. The silence had left him alone for so long, he began to wonder if it was ever real at all; all those days they spent together warming the winter dry. But this added up in the end. Love always left him alone in the white wonderland of the bitter cold, and he was no exception.