Just a drabble. I own nothing. Again, standard disclaimer. Ryan Murphey and co. own the gang I just like to play with em.
Snow
Sam loves the snow. Always had, probably always would. She loves the way the cold sent a shiver down her spine. She loves making snow angels with her free time and building castle forts. She loves how pure and bright the flakes were. Almost blinding.
Sam loves snow the way she loves Brooke.
Freely and happily. Unconditionally with endless reasons, both small and large.
Inexplicably with no question as to why.
It was just there. She just knows.
Sam loves laying in the snow with Brooke. The two of them silent.
Each perfect moment a reflection of the flakes surrounding them.
Sam thinks Brooke is a lot like the snow. Gentle, unique and certain.
And, laying beside her in the soft precipitation, she wishes she could frame this moment.
Because looking at Brooke like this,
Sam feels like she'll love her forever.
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