I don't know what my deal is with these short little scenes. Even though I really like how this one turned out (It's totally out of my normal writing style, so I'm admittedly a little proud of it,) but I feel like I'm cheating you guys out. (*sigh*) But, no matter! I've reached a milestone! This is my 10th fic on this site! (*feels needlessly accomplished*)

Warnings: None. Aya-tan's just being a little angsty.

Note: Ayanami's POV

Disclaimer: (I almost forgot it.) 07-Ghost belongs to Yuki Amemiya

The window is cold, chilling my hand through my glove. A bit of condensation has gathered on the glass, blurring my view of the world outside. I run the side of my hand across a small area of the window, clearing it so I can see. The clouds are heavy and grey, looking like they're about to begin dropping those little flakes of frozen water that will accumulate and cover the landscape. The children of this world seem to love snow so much. I've seen how their eyes shine when they discover that the scenery has become white and frozen. They dance about in it, pick up handfuls and throw it at each other, build false men out of it. They can't get enough of it.

I don't understand that. How can they cherish such a blank world? What do they see in a place that is merely white, not changing for as far as the eye can see? What could it possibly offer them? What does the plain landscape created by snow have that the normally colorful and ever changing city does not?

I sigh as I find myself thinking back to the day that I had met Eve, the Chief of Heaven's daughter. She had said something being pretty like snow. She seemed to love it as much as these children. I remember feeling as if I weren't grasping something profound about those small flakes that she seemed to understand with ease, and relish in that understanding.

Is that why humans love snow so much? Because it's pretty? If that is the case, then I still don't understand. What is so beautiful about a substance that covers the intricate details and colors of the normal landscape, leaving it cold, flat, and colorless?

I hear the door open behind me and turn to see Hyuuga entering, holding two mugs with one hand by their handles. He closes the door behind himself and comes to me, shifting a mug to his empty hand and offering it to me. He takes a sip of what I can now smell is coffee as I take the ceramic cup from him. He leans against my desk and looks out of the window with me. Now the clouds have finally broken, and tiny specks of white are drifting their way to the ground.

"I love it when it snows," Hyuuga says, stepping forward and tapping the glass where one of the flakes has stuck. "Of course, these little things are pretty," he taps again for emphasis, "But I really like how everything they don't cover looks so much brighter." He turns slightly and looks at me, his sapphire eyes visible over the rim of his sunglasses and a small smile curling his lips.

An image of how vibrant, how beautiful Eve looked against the white background flashes in my mind. I wonder if that's what she meant back then. It's not the snow itself, but the people in contrast to it that make it so pretty. I tell myself that I'll ask her when we finally meet again, but until then, I can only hope that's what she was saying. It's the only way I can understand.

"Don't you think so too Aya-tan?" Hyuuga asked, straightening and facing me, a knowing look on his face. I can only nod and grip the cup in my hands tighter.

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