Anya...

Your grace transcends no other, dear sister.

Your beauty radiates through your window such as those bright sunflowers you cherish so much.

Why won't you let me in?

It's cold out here, dear sister.

The way you look at me is so cute.

You look like a fawn, trembling and wide-eyed.

Sadly, I'm staying hidden.

I don't want to hear your screams today. I just want to see your doll-like face.

If you were out here with me, you'd notice how beautiful the gentle snowfall is.

Each snowflake drops onto your windowsill with a small chime you'd only hear in such a peaceful silence.

If only my home had such a silence as this.

The cold can get unbearable, sister...

My hands are becoming numb.

But with one sight of you through the frosted glass...it's as if we lived together again.

Together...

Warm.

I'd twirl your hair in my fingertips like I did when I was a child.

Didn't you enjoy that too? You'd say I was your precious little brother.

But now you hate me.

Why is that?

I don't want to leave you, sister.

My lovely Anya...

Staying out here for so long without you near me is torture.

But this is as close as I can get.

Maybe I'll just wait.

I'm sure the scratches I've left on your door are enough of a reminder that any day, any time, I'll be there when you want me to be.

Any more screaming for you would be fruitless.

If only I could express my feelings without you shutting the door on me.

Why can't I be with you once again, at least for a day?

I'd do anything for you, Anya.

Love me...sister...

Marry me...marry me...marry me...marry me...