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The Before
He met her in winter, when even the numbing wind could do nothing to quell her warmth. It burned through the cold and seemed to melt the snow around her. He had always felt most at home in winter: it was cold like him, and it was seemingly unfeeling, like him. She was in every way a juxtaposition to winter, she challenged the harsh wind and thawed ice with so little as a sideways glance. He knew approaching her was foolish, that he would be melted by her warmth like ice cream in summer, and yet he was drawn to her like an infant to their mother's embrace, like a bee to a rose garden. And melt he did.
Author's Note: I know this is very short, but I suppose for the moment it's just a taster. This story has been something I've been thinking about for a very long time now but only just got to publishing, it's an experiment and most of the characters will be slightly (and sometimes a bit more than slightly) out of character. So far I have written around nine chapters (though some are incredibly short) and intend to publish them each week (hopefully this should give me enough time to keep on top with the writing).
Thank you for reading.
Chia