Disclaimer: I do not own RFR or the characters... sadly. This story was originally Ray reminescing about Grace but I decided to take out the names and let you make the story yours. You can put in any couple and it works just the same. Have fun with it. Enjoy. Sorry its only a one-shot.

Snow Angel

I slowly turned my head to see the girl of my dreams lying shyly next to me in the newly fallen snow. The ground was padded and bloody cold. Her face was soft, her lips chapped, her nose and cheeks rosy. She was so beautiful, so graceful, so amazing. She had her hand delicately placed in mine. She had on the hat, scarf, and gloves I bought her for Christmas.

I always hated the handprint left after making a snow angel. She was my snow angel; so delicate and unique. I carefully stood so I wouldn't leave a print. I reached out to help her up but in doing so fell on top of her, blending our angels back into the snow covered lawn. I slowly kissed her in the snow. I loved her so much.

I looked deeply into her careful eyes and saw the image of the only other woman in my life: my mother. She was just like my mother. Care-free, beautiful, and in love.

I never quite understood why people got so hyped over snow. In Canada, snow falls all winter. Sure the first snow is heart warming and magical but after a few weeks I become accusomed to the powder the lightly covers the streets of Roscoe. Last year my family took a trip to Houston for Winter break. There was a soft, one inch snow our last night in the states. Everyone in the city was so filled with joy. It made me realize that they felt blessed because God graced them with a light flurry. It also made me realize how amazingly fortunate I was to have snow and winter love.

I rolled over, letting her free. I gazed over at Miss Winter hoping the season would never change. I looked at our pathetic snow angels our bodies had wiped clean.

That was almost six months ago. That night another snow angel's slate was wiped clean as a car slid on a patch of ice running her over.

Car on top of my snow angel.

Her on top of our destroyed snow angels.

Me crying.

Me questioning God.

My life in shambles.

The funeral was held two days later.

Friends and family gathered together at the spot where she died.

I couldn't bring myself to go...

...because snow still fell...

...winter still went on...

...like an angel never died.

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