She and Winter
That late afternoon, the couple were holding hands as they walked back home after doing some shopping. It was winter and snowing. Those deeply red eyes were distracted by the small snowflakes that rested on his wife's black hair and white skin between her neck and shoulders. That beautiful contrast of white and black seemed adorn her hair. That delicate resemblance between the snow and her skin looked almost transparent, illuminating her. So similar to the snow that the red lipstick she wore enhanced her beauty even more.
Already at home, at bedtime, he couldn't resist stealing her lips and kissing her neck, while stroking her silky soft hair. That winter night, the fire they had lit was no longer needed to warm their bodies.
The day he had met her in that Butterfly Mansion, he had thought she looked a lot like spring, but in that moment he had noticed, she looked a lot like winter too.
