NOTE:
I know its summer, but this is called tears in the snow so it obviously happens in the winter. It makes me feel cooler to write about the winter because its 100 degrees Fahrenheit here, not kidding!
( No evil this time ( or is there ( WHahahaahahahahaah!)
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Pain don't hurt the same, I know
The lane I travel feels alone
But I'm moving 'til my legs give out
And I see my tears melt in the snow
But I don't wanna cry
I don't wanna cry anymore
-khalid-logic
Paris in the winter-
Adrien knelt over his mothers grave.
"I miss you" He cried.
The ebony of his mothers grave stood out against the cool white snow.
The red roses he brought stood out against the ebony.
And him….
He stood out from the entire world…
He would never fit in….
He was an orphan.
