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You're in a far, far away, far off place
Where I believe every day is spring to you
On a far off day, a very far off future
If you meet me again,
Tell me we were always together.
– Ryeowook
One Fine Spring Day – Ryeowook
Snow Drop
Prelude
They sat together in a beautiful flowering meadow in France. It was early Spring: when the air was fresh and cool and the flowers bloomed in small but sweet amounts. There was a cool wind blowing in from the mountains, comforting him with its fresh breeze and comforting her with the scent of blooming flowers.
Together they sat in comforting silence; the only sound in the fields was the rustling of nearby trees and the occasional song bird.
She sat in the center of the field; with her legs tucked neatly to one side and him lying flat on his back in the grass with his head propped in her lap. She busied herself by weaving an intricate crown of wildflowers that he had gathered for her earlier. He lay in her embrace, dozing off in exhaustion of a long but pleasant Winter.
When she finished, she placed the crown atop her head before gazing down at the sleeping boy. A gentle smile formed on her lips as she watched him nap; his white locks splayed over her pale blue dress, his head angled towards her, his face missing its mischievous grin and replaced with a serene calm.
She leaned down over him, stopping only when her shoulder length hair almost brushed his face and his cool breath grazed the longer strands. She smiled warmly then and tenderly caressed his pale cheek with the tips of her fingers before moving to brush several strands of snow-coloured hair from his closed eyelids, sweeping them over the side of his forehead.
The touch made him stir and the girl froze. His eyes gradually opened, revealing a set of vibrant blue irises. He blinked several times to wake himself up as he tilted his head back and glanced up at the girl leaning over him: her soft green eyes wide open in shock while wincing in guilt of waking him.
He smiled fondly at her before sitting up slowly and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, leaning back to allow him to sit up, "I didn't mean to wake you."
He laughed, smoothing down his hair and stretching his arms over his head.
"I don't mind." He said, sighing as he glanced over at the sun, "It's time I get going anyway, any longer here and it will start snowing."
Her heart fell as she smiled unhappily. Early spring and late autumn were the only times that was safe for them to meet – for the weather was cool enough for him to endure, but warm enough for her with withstand. But nevertheless, despite the effort they go through into setting aside time for each other, the season was short and over far, far too soon.
He turned to see the girl's sorrowful smile and one formed on his lips as well.
"The months will pass quickly." He said.
"I know," she murmured, "but not quickly enough."
He took one of her hands in his, caressing it before pressing his lips against the back of it – just like when they first formally met. He glanced up at the girl to see a rosy blush forming on her cheeks, he chucked: she was still as timid as when they first met.
Her eyes met his, but only a second before she quickly looked down, the movement so sudden that the flower crown on her head slipped a little lower onto her forehead. The crown was intricate in design, with the small yellow, pink, and purple flowers scattered in a weave of delicate green leaves.
"What is your favourite flower?" he asked, changing topic from their imminent parting. He let go of her hand only to reach up and fix her falling crown.
She gazed up at him, locking her green eyes with his blue ones.
"Snow drops." She replied quickly with such assurance.
"Why?" He asked.
She paused, but only for a second.
"For….for they only bloom in early spring and late autumn." She murmured. "They … they are my farewells and greetings to Winter – to you."
Silence.
He stared at her, first stunned by her confession, but then his eyes softened as he smiled tenderly at her.
He reached out for her then, leaning in and pulling her close to catch her lips in a gentle but bittersweet kiss. They parted reluctantly, neither wanted to leave and both yearned for more. But they knew that it will only lead to more heartache.
"Till the next snow drop blooms then," he whispered, with his forehead still resting against hers. He had his eyes closed. He knew hers were too.
She struggled to keep the tears from falling.
"Goodbye, Jack."
"Farewell, Lily."
Author's Note: Hello everyone! Eirene here, if you have been following me from the beginning, then you probably have noticed that I've changed the formatting of my chapters a bit. I'm still trying to work out the kinks and where I exactly want this story to go. But, I do know that this chapter will be the official prologue or introduction to the Snow Drop series. It's technically a teaser for the main sequence of drabbles that will take place in canon-verse, also known as 'Tales'. So, I hope you enjoyed it thus far and thank you for joining me on this journey!
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