This one took a much different turn than I'd originally planned it to. Ah, well, here's to angst!
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Trodden Path
Rurouni Kenshin
by D. Reed
Winter
Ice, cold, snow, death. Always death, shrouded in blinding white snow contrasted sharply with a deep crimson smattering across its pristine surface.
At least, that's always how his dreams went, especially when he was chilled to the bone.
He really hated sleeping outside during the winter, where it was coldest. But this time, no village was in sight; he only had a small shelter made from fallen tree branches to protect his rag-clothed body from the chilling wind. Another night for semi-sour recollection.
He almost didn't sleep this time, but his body was weary. Eyes closed; he smelled haku baikou and coppery blood. He could only hope that she would greet him this time with a kindness that he didn't deserve.
Bitter cold, these memories.
125 words.