Prologue: The blizzard has ended.

It was cold outside.

But the heat inside my room was warm.

I smiled as I watch the people walked by at my window.

"Do you want to go outside?" My mother asked.

I looked away from the window, my smile still in place.

"May I?"

She smiled at me and prepared my winter clothes.

My mother prepared a small armchair outside for me to sit on.

Children played in the park across my house. Some smiled and waved at me as they play. Sometimes they run towards me and tell me stories of their little adventures.

"Are you feeling better?"

I looked up from the children and saw my childhood friend.

"Lighter." I simply said.

He smiled sadly at me.

Trying not to cry, I changed the topic. "How's your girlfriend? Mr. Hot Shot."

"She's fine I'm actually on my way on our date."

"I see. Well? What are you standing here for? Don't make her wait in this cold stupid."

"Hey!" He exclaimed then he laughed. "I'll see you around?"

"Hopefully."

His eyes were casted by a shadow.

I turned back to the children and no longer speaking.

I heard him leaving my side I never turned to see him leaving.

"Where is he going?" My mother asked taking my side leaning on the chair.

"He has a date." I answered.

Then I felt my lungs squeeze out air, I started coughing heavily.

"Sweetie!" My mother exclaimed frantically. "Are you okay?"

I heaved out heavily. "I- I'm okay."

"Le-let's head inside sweetie. I think it's time to head inside."

"No!"

"Sweetie! Please."

"No, I want to. . ."

I was cut off by heavy coughing.

"Freya please."

"NO." I stubbornly heaved out.

Looking defeated, she said. "I'll get your medication."

She ran back inside the house.

I continued heaving.

Then a small white dot fell on my black quilt which covers my legs.

Then another one fell. They fell one after another.

I looked up the sky and saw thick clouds covering it. And tiny white dots fell upon the earth.

Despite breathing heavily, I leaned back to my chair and felt the snow fell on to my face.

'Cold.'

I softly closed my eyes and feeling my lips lift a soft smile and slowly life left my body.

'The blizzard has ended. I wonder. . . if my new journey will begin again with a snowflake.'

End Prologue

Here comes the prologue of the newly rewritten La Neve Nasconde Il Cielo 'the snow hides the sky'.

Hope you like it.

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