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Snow Angels
By Silver Sailor Ganymede
Ryou had always loved the snow; it reminded him so much of the past, of happier times, of times when Amane had still been with him. He remembered the last snow before she had died; they had been playing outside in the cold, though neither of them felt it.
Ryou remembered that he had lost his scarf, so Amane had given him hers: it was funny really, how she treated him life he was her younger brother even though he was older. She had smiled when she had given him the scarf, and old, tattered, red thing with the letter 'A' stitched in blue at the back. He still had that scarf, it reminded him of her: if he tried hard enough he could still smell her scent on it.
He remembered the rest of that day too, how they had been frolicking around in the snow as normal, the sledding, the snowball fights, the snowmen: but what stood out most for Ryou was the snow angels. He remembered that they had dived into the snow at the end of the day, exhausted from their games, when Amane had smiled at him and her black eyes had lit up. She had smiled at him, seemingly unaware of the snow that was barely visible against her hair, which was as white, no, whiter than the snow itself.
"Come on, onii-kun, let's make snow angels," she had smiled. They had, and Ryou could still remember how beautiful she seemed against the snow, so young, so pure. Amane had always loved snow angels but now she was purer than even they were: Amane was a real angel now, an angel in Heaven.
