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She had never thought that something dead could look so beautiful. Ashen trees surrounded her, ice-covered and unmoving in the slight breeze. The gleaming ground crunched beneath her feet as her breath crystallized and she stared up at the wide azure sky. There wasn't a cloud in sight.

And she was alone. Her attire was entirely black, except for her parka jacket, which was cream. The inky blackness of her boots stood out against the snow just as much as her loose hair did. Her grey scarf tried to compromise the two colors. She was just a figure without anything to her except the sky.

"Your cheeks are pink."

Well, she had been alone at first.

"So are yours," She countered with little change in her expression. In fact, she didn't even look away from the sky.

He chuckled and gave a small shrug. He was even more of an interruption to the icy environment than she was. His entire outfit was black, his usual attire, except for an added scarf, which was red. He looked like a shadow almost, but in a way he looked lighter than her. His tan skin had a strange glow to it with the snow's reflection.

For a long moment she just stared up at the sky and he stood next to her, staring at her with the same eyes. Only they weren't. Her eyes matched his scarf and his…They matched the sky.

"Why are you here?" She asked after a long moment.

"I'm here to see you." He said easily, still staring. "Aren't you going to look at me?"

She breathed in, held for a second, and then breathed out. It was slow and deliberate, if not a little shaky.

"No," She said finally.

"Why not?"

"Because if I do," She faltered. "Then you might not really be here."

He gave her a small smile. "I'm here," He reassured her.

The snow started to crunch again as she walked forward. "Then walk with me, please."

She didn't hear him as he fell into step beside her, but he was there. "Where are you?"

"I'm not sure." She answered simply. How she wanted so badly to look at him. But if she did…

He was quiet for a moment. "Shouldn't you find out then?"

"No," She sighed. "I don't feel like it. Who cares?"

"I care,"

She snorted. "You don't count."

He was quiet again, and she was scared that he had gone. But he spoke up again after a minute. "I want you to look at me."

"No,"

"Why not?"

"Because you're dead."

She had a feeling as she said it that somehow the words would break whatever spell had befallen her. A wave of sadness swept over her, and she couldn't take it anymore. She wanted to see him, just once more, to see if her memory served her right. To see if she could remember the exact shade of his eyes, his dimples, and his height. So she spun towards him faster than she had meant to. Because the last time she had seen him had been when she was a young girl who still wore that ridiculous cowgirl getup.

Well, he was a bit shorter than he had been. But he was there, and exactly how she had remembered him, dimples and all.

He stared at her like he had done from the beginning. He looked a bit sad. But he also looked like his old self, only older. Older in the eyes.

"I missed you," She blurted out.

"You barely knew me," He countered.

"You missed me, too." She insisted. He grinned.

"Maybe you do know me," He said quietly, and started to keep walking.

She started after him, desperate to stay by his side until her senses started kicking in, and he disappeared. But he just kept that pace, walking in the snow.

"It's a beautiful day out," He commented peacefully. She nodded.

"Yeah, it is." She whispered.

And so they walked like that for a long time, two drops of ink to ruin the sheet of snow that reflected the sun's light. She glanced at him every now and again, and he in turn would turn and watch her for minutes at a time. Her cheeks were still pink. And there was still not a cloud in sight.

Suddenly he stopped and turned away from her. She jerked herself to a stop.

"Time to go?"

He turned back, his face consumed by a half-smile. "Unfortunately," He admitted.

Her eyes felt the sting of hot tears, although they refused to fall just as much as she refused to let them fall. "I'm lost," She whimpered, clutching her jacket.

"You've never been lost once in your life." He assured her.

"But…I am." She protested quietly. She looked him straight into his eyes. "I don't want you to go."

She was quiet.

"But, I know that you have to, I suppose." She finished with a sigh.

He took a step forward and placed a hand on her shoulder. His half-smile turned into a full one and he pulled her close against his chest. He was there, and he held her in his arms tightly. But he was really there. That fact made her want to cry even more.

"I'm sorry that I'm not here," He confessed into her hair.

After a moment, she said. "But you are."

She felt pressure on her hairline where he kissed her, and then she felt the extreme absence of his presence. He gave her one last smile and turned around to leave.

She watched him, racking her mind for ways to get him to just stay for a little while bit longer. "You told me so," She called after him.

He kept on walking.

But then he turned and flashed her one last bright grin.

"You're never lost."

And she suddenly found herself staring up at the cold sky again. She knew that he was gone, so she let the tears flow as they would, which they wouldn't. It seemed that even her tears had dried up.

And off in the distance there was an insignificant wisp of cloud in the sky.

A/N: Haha, sorry for even MORE snow X) I just love writing things with snowy scenery. :P

So everyone does one with ghost Zack, or when Zack is dead, so I thought to myself "Hey, I never write something when Zack is actually dead!" Shocker. So I decided to write this. :) My inspiration came from "Gabriel" by Lamb. Beautiful song, you should deffinately check it out! :D

Strange, all of my work comes from songs. :| "Meus Snow Angelus" should translate into "My snow angel"

Review please!