a passing moment

She's not sure how or why, but Chrome finds herself standing in the middle of a snowstorm. It's chilly and blinding and she can't think of too many reasons for liking it. Still, she isn't required to talk to it and it definitely isn't going to say anything to her. For that, its comforting. If only for now, she can keep her silence.

Chrome doesn't understand how something can be so unbearably cold, as she finds out when she lays in a pile of white. The bits of clothing that she wears are already soaked through, shivers running within her body. That doesn't change anything. She stays there and slowly pushes her arms away from her sides, the beginning of a snow angel. There's doubt in her mind, doubt that something connected to her can be considered angelic, but she likes the thought that it's possible.

Eventually, after a very short amount of time that felt much longer, Chrome rises to her feet and wraps her arms around her front. Maybe there had been a purpose for this in the first place, she's sure that she'd thought of one. Even so, her mind can't recall anything with the words purpose and snow.

She leaves as quickly as she'd arrived, hands cupped in front of her mouth. Her silence had been saved for a few more seconds, but Chrome is sure she lost something else. At the time, she wasn't sure what, too distracted by the snow dancing with the wind; it only became painfully clear later on.