A/N: I know I should be working on another chapter for my other story, Instinct (which you should read after this), but this little...I don't know, word-doodle? Whatever it is, it popped into my head, begging to be written. It is set after Alex escapes MI6 - he is no longer a spy. Enjoy!
He stands inside his kitchen, a mug of cocoa in his hands, staring outside the small glass window. It is early, the sun just beginning to warm the sky, and a fresh blanket of snow covers the ground. There is something peaceful, he reflects, about the sight of such a shawl of snow. It covers the flaws of the ground with tiny crystals of perfect symmetry, and he feels that he would be content to look at the snow all day, every day. He wants to capture this moment of unadulterated amity and place it within a snow-globe (oh, the irony), as a reminder of the clean slate he is so lucky to have (so, so lucky). His past is dark, darker than he cares to admit (and darker than he has shared with the woman sleeping upstairs), but it is behind him now, and his future, like the snow, is blank and full of promise. It is cold, white, untouched. New. New, as he hopes to be. As he as become.
So, what did you think? Let me know through a review!
Note: in my head, I picture the woman mentioned as Sabina, but she technically could be anyone.
- nrynmrth