Prelude:
It was mid-December, that night where only the moon stood tall, casting its light. The snow was pilling up more than usual.
When I was young, I loved staring at it for hours nonstop with him. It was the second thing that made me happy, other than him. I made up a story about how the snow covered the trees and grass, like it was a blanket. Mother Nature had only casted it on winters especially, and praising them for the flowers that looked so beautiful this spring.
I remembered mentioning that to him at least once and he laughed saying that was pretty good. I loved the praise I received and his laugh which made me filled my heart.
Still, when I look back at it all, it haunts me till no end. Even looking at the snow, that fallen night couldn't turn me around.
Reality was slowly leaving my fingers. I was unable to hold all the pieces of my shattered past.