Wow, this is insanely short, but I think it's better like that. So, I drifted into Vampire Knight xD Yeah, expect more VK now. Enjoy! R&R please!
White Snow.
The snow swirls through the sky, weaving through the trees and gliding freely like a bird. The snow flakes float to the ground, joining their many brethren sleeping peacefully on the frozen earth.
While many snow flakes drift to the ground, enjoying the embrace of the solid ground, just as many prefer to stay to the skies, riding the waves of wind. They get to see many things as they travel through the sky, taking in the scenery.
White Snow.
One thing the snow sees is a young girl standing motionless in the middle of a forest, her eyes blank and dull. Her pink jacket contrasts vividly against the white background as she stands with her gloved hands outstretched.
The snow flakes flutter closer, curious about the peculiar girl. She welcomes the snow with a small smile and in return, the snow dances around her, wrapping around her like a blanket.
White Snow.
The wind whispers words of comfort in to her ears and she giggles softly. A light began to glow in her eyes as new emotions warm her, starting in her fingertips and traveling up her arms to her chest. She watches curiously as small snow flakes land on her mittens, bringing her hands closer to her face to examine them more closely.
She stares with wide brown eyes at the tiny snow flakes resting on her hands.
White Snow.
And just as suddenly as her new emotions came, they are gone and the blank emotionless look returns.
"You're so beautiful. But..," the girl begins, stopping for a fleeting moment to marvel at her own voice,
"...You are so cold."
The snow flakes seem to laugh sadly at this and the wind joins in as well.
"We know."
And then the snow moves on, leaving behind the girl and her dead eyes.
As the wind whistles past her, her hair is blown away from her face and it flows in the wind freely.
White Snow.
And then there is blood.
It splatters across the snow and leaves it tainted a bright crimson. But it's not hers.
The girl does not understand that she should be relieved that she isn't hurt. Instead, she's too busy staring at the blood covered snow.
"Oh, snow, you are not white. What is it like to be red?" she asks the snow as she falls to her knees and examines the snow closely.
The snow doesn't offer an answer.
Red Snow.