• I lay in the snow, clutching your now lifeless body. How could I let this happen? The doctors said you were sick. I knew you wouldn't last much longer. I didn't know it would be this soon...
    The tears rolled down endlessly, melting the snow as it landed. Why? Why now?... The doctors said you had a five percent chance of survival but, I loved you anyways. I knew it would break my heart. I knew that this day would come but, It made me love you that much more.
    I shut my eyes, the tears still streaming down. A wisp of wind made me shiver.
    You had fallen over in the snow, I rushed to you and threw my jacket over you. You told me weakly not to bother. You said it was your time, and you were okay with that. I yelled at you that it wasn't okay. I said that not only would you be gone, but I would die inside. You took my hand gently and with your last breath managed to say I love you. As your hand slowly fell from mine, I whispered I love you too.
    Your face flashed in my mind. The day we met. You were outside at the park. It was snowing like it was now. I sat on the opposite end of the bench you were on. You asked me if I liked snow. I shrugged. You said you loved it, and drew a heart in it with your pinkie. You smiled at me and said that you liked snow because it was your name.
    Snow... The way you said your name rang in my head. How ironic.
    Another tear dropped off my nose. It landed on your hand, now resting in mine.
    "I love you Snow" I whispered, wiping the hair out of your eyes. "I love you, and the snow."