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Winter. Cold.
Ning was accustomed to it. But there was something peaceful about the winter this year. Something that stirred him as if it were spring. He felt happy and almost bubbly, of all ridiculous things. It would have bothered him, but he was too relaxed. Instead, a simply perplexity showed on his face as he gazed out the window with an almost passionate injurious. Snow was beautiful. He'd always thought so. He used to stare into it for hours as a boy. Used to run off into the forest to escape his family, and play he was king of the black forest, slaying dragons and saving maidens.
He smiled. He was happy. It was odd. If only he could share this with someone. Though despite his solitary confinement in life, at the moment, he did not feel remorse. Only a stab of longing deep within his core. He flipped up the collar of his black coat, giving a soft sigh, and blinking as a snowflake landed on his eyelash.
Ning was accustomed to it. But there was something peaceful about the winter this year. Something that stirred him as if it were spring. He felt happy and almost bubbly, of all ridiculous things. It would have bothered him, but he was too relaxed. Instead, a simply perplexity showed on his face as he gazed out the window with an almost passionate injurious. Snow was beautiful. He'd always thought so. He used to stare into it for hours as a boy. Used to run off into the forest to escape his family, and play he was king of the black forest, slaying dragons and saving maidens.
He smiled. He was happy. It was odd. If only he could share this with someone. Though despite his solitary confinement in life, at the moment, he did not feel remorse. Only a stab of longing deep within his core. He flipped up the collar of his black coat, giving a soft sigh, and blinking as a snowflake landed on his eyelash.