The snow was falling. It fell against the gentle blue sky and pale green grass. As white as the paper used for lost letters and as soft as the touch of a Blue Jay's new coat of feathers, it softly slid to the ground. The crisp grass veins were covered in the pure white bliss of the fallen ice and rain mixture, and over a lowly hill a darkened figure stepped forward, the crunch of snow and dying greenery under his rough feet. Though it was bitter, gusty, and frozen among the life there, the figure seemed to make all living things released of their deadened grip of the cold reality, and moving once more. All the snow, trees, grass, and animals looked as if the warmth had returned to them. It was all believed that the one figure made all the passion bloom into life, whether he realized it or not. Under his feet, everything stood still; the time, the wind, the snow, and even life appeared to be halted under his softened silhouette. As he stood there, another figure appeared; this one more feminine than that of the other. While the first stared up at the clear blue sky, the other walked towards him, hand stretched outwards. The latter smiled; a smile that just played on her lips. A smile that was as soft as the fallen snow that was now covering their bodies. Turning his head from the clouds and oceanic sky, he looked at her with friendliness. The glow his red eyes had only matched the shine of his smile. Amongst one of the things he'd never do, the first grabbed the others hand, and held her close, the gentle snow still falling on them. He removed his hand, expecting a normal hand with nothing wrong. What he found, though, was it stained with blood. The youth stared at his hand, then back at the one before him. Her lips were tainted with sin and blood, and before it occurred to him, she fell from his arms back into the snow which their beginnings had happened. As the snow continued falling, it became corrupted and dirtied from the blood that came from the younger. He watched, in awe, at her. How her body never moved. How her eyes lost their glow and friendliness. How her living body lost its luminosity and strength, and how he would never hold her in his arms again.