By Patience
“Tell me a story,” she whispered, curling her fingers into his coat. Her cheeks were red winter apples. “So I won’t fall asleep.” Her lids were heavy, exhaustion in her eyes.
“Okay,” he murmured, kissing her forehead. As his lips touched her skin, he realized he couldn’t live without her, those bright green eyes, that contagious laughter. He wished he had told her every day instead of understanding this love only now.
“Once upon a time, a boy loved a girl,” he began, and the wind howled.
They were found sometime later, curled inside a snow drift, their hands frozen together.
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