Pink Rain
By Netbug009
His heart was growing warm; warmer than it had been in a very long time. He stood at the bottom of the mountain and watched the blossoms fall to the ground, and though they were made of snow, they warmed him. They fell into his heart and changed it back to a beating organ from the stone it had been for a long time. Eventually the snow coming into him began to melt, and fell to the bottom of his heart as pink rain. He could feel each drop drown the pain inside of him. Eventually, it flooded his eyes.