A short fic of my OC.
Winter.
Winter is: Cold, Merciless, and unforgiving. But at the same time it has an untold beauty to it. The snow silences most sounds, it shines under the moons rays, and everything is relaxed, as if nature went on a three month coffee break (A/N: cheap laugh I know). He stood on top of the cliff overlooking The Emerald Forest. The Grimm were prowling, looking for a meal to satisfy their hunger. He could just kill them now, snow or not it didn't matter.
A slight breeze picked up suddenly, the ends of his trench coat flapping in the wind. The cold didn't bother him, he'd gotten accustomed to it over the years. What did bother him was that the wind blew his blonde hair out of the way, revealing three jagged scars going across his left eye. He flinched as the cold air touched the wound. He hated it. He wish he could rewind his life. But at the same time, he didn't.
You can't stop the future, you can't rewind the past.
This was his life, and it was his turn to take the wheel and control it.
The only way to learn the secret is to press play.
Very short yes, but I'm trying. It's my first fic and I can't think of anything good to write that involves the main cast. All comments are welcome (nothing too negative please). And the quote in italics is from the book 'Thirteen Reasons Why'.