Snow, that's what he thought of her as. Pale, and beautiful, but cold to the touch. SasuxHina oneshot R&R NO FLAMES PLZ
Snow
He watched her silently; as if he made a sound she would turn and flee. Such a delicate relationship, nothing spoken between them, he couldn't help but think of her as winter.
Snow, that's what he thought of her as. Pale, and beautiful, but cold to his touch, always out of his reach; the littlest tap of his fingertip and she would melt away, melt away to nothing and leave him, frozen, forever.
And he just couldn't let that happen.
So he sits and watches her, silent and still, watching the snow dance outside his window, forever waiting.
Forever still and silent.
Forever loving.
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Fin.