Clay watched the snow come down. All his life he wanted to live at the beach, have fantastic weather. And still, he gets snow. What are the odds?

He put his coffee on the table and almost took a seat on his couch when a loud knock came at the door.

"Really? It's like twenty degrees." He opened the door. "Quinn? Really, did you have a need to freeze to death that badly."

"Funny." She walked in and was jumping up and down to try and get warm. "I came to see you."

"I kind of sensed that when you showed up at my front door."

"Okay, not the smartest opening line." She sat down on the stool in the kitchen after warming up. "Got any hot chocolate?"

"So you come to see me and you want hot chocolate. Did they run out at the Scott house?"

"No, but they're having this massive snowball fight and…I'm not really a joiner."

"Snowball fight. Sounds like fun, I mean it doesn't snow that often in Tree Hill."

"And that's what I was counting on."

"Are you a snow hater?" He started to laugh while fixing her hot cocoa.

"Memories that I'd like to not revisit."

"Ah, gotcha. So, you just came over because you hate snow and you wanted hot chocolate."

Clay handed her hot chocolate, she wrapped her hands around it.

"David and I always made sure we were together for the first snowfall of the season, we'd build the snowmen, have snowball fights, the whole thing. And since the separation, I'm trying to get those fuzzy memories out of my head and remember that we're not together for a reason."

"So you're avoiding your past."

"Yeah, so I guess I'm running."

"Not to bring the subject up, but have you talked to him since he left?"

"Besides through lawyers and really awkward phone calls, no."

"Have you even filed?"

"Yeah, but he's taking this really long time to sign them. Like he thinks we have something left to work on and save our marriage."

"Do you?"

"No, we don't. He was never there, I was married to a ghost and now that I'm not around for him to come home to, he thinks it's time to save the marriage. Too little, too late."

"But what about his feelings, he loves you and thinks there's something there. Isn't that worth something."

"Says the boy who laid this giant, warm, nice kiss on me the night Nathan was signed to the Bobcats."

"Quinn, I'm not saying to go back to your husband. But don't ignore him, he's hurt. He's losing something he thought would always be there."

"I'm just tired of it all. I spent so many nights after he came home wanting to just talk to him about stuff. About how I didn't want him always gone, how I wanted him with me, about children and our future. But all he wanted to talk about was the wildlife or whatever. I finally knew it was over and then I came here."

"What if he doesn't back down, the guy seems to be still very much in love with you."

"Then he'll realize that I'm not there anymore and he will move on. I thought he would've by now, but David has a hard time letting things go."

"Yeah, so do I."

He left the room.

After gathering her thoughts, Quinn found Clay in the living room.

"I keep forgetting that you didn't have a choice with Sara."

"It's alright, everything happens for a reason, right? Two years of therapy got me to that point."

Quinn glanced at a picture of Clay and Sara, she then looked at Clay.

"What was your best snow day memory with Sara."

He smiled. "Nah, you don't wanna hear about boring old stuff."

"You had to listen through my stuff. I want to know more about Sara, all these pictures can't tell the entire story."

"We only experienced one snow day together, we were only married for like two weeks. It was crazy. We got back to the house and the snow was everywhere. Our honeymoon was in Spain so coming back to snow was a culture shock." Clay settled in his seat, Quinn smiled when seeing Clay remember the good times. "She wanted to stay inside, and drink hot chocolate and watch the snowfall, she didn't want to get cold. I went outside and started building a snowman, and I was bad at it. That's why she came out, to fix my snowman mistakes. And together we built this amazing snowman and also froze. It was a great day. The snow kept falling the entire night, we made love in front of the fireplace. I told Sara that it would be the best story that our first baby was conceived during a snow storm. How cool of a story would that be." He dried his eyes, after the tears were dropping on his face. "I guess we're kind of alike in now wanting to remember the snow-filled memories."

"We could go out and make a snowman together, make some new, blissful memories."

"Nah, I really don't want to. I just want to stay like this. Just talk. I don't get to do that very much unless it's with Nathan and there's constant numbers and lawyers and it's just crazy. Talking about my snow memory with Sara is about the best highlight in a long time."

"I'm sorry I never got to meet her. I would have liked to have."

"She was great, friends with everyone. Sara had this spirit about her, everything she touched turned to gold and she made me a better man. When I lost her, my heart got ripped in half. She was half of me, and I didn't know how to live without her. But it's still a work in progress."

"Do you ever see yourself, you know, one day, falling in love again."

He looked directly at her, starring into her eyes. "Yep, all the time."

"So, what would it take to get your sexy butt out and build your first snowman with me?"

"A lot, considering there's already one in the backyard."

"How, your backyard is the beach."

"Not today."

He got up, took Quinn's hand and they walked out back.

"You really don't know much about snowmen, do you?"

"What, button nose, carrots and a top hat. What's there to know?"

"Clay, he has orange eyes. And celery sticks for arms. That's so not a snowman."

"Alright." He opened up the sliding door, the cold win piercing them both. "Show me how it's done."

Nathan closed the door behind Haley, she was speechless from a visit to Clay's house.

"Was Quinn over there."

"Yeah, she was, she was definitely there."

"Then why do you look like you've see a ghost."

"Not a ghost, just scarred for life."

"What do you mean? Bad snowman?"

"No, my sister having sex with your agent."

"Well, it was bound to happen sometime."