Requested by SusanRS
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Snowflakes
If he lets himself focus on just her eyes, the ice crystals surrounding them seem almost innocuous. He imagines they might look this way during the first snow of the year—her lids shut tightly and her face turned heavenward to catch a few flakes on her tongue as she welcomes the cooler weather and the arrival of scarf season.
But her eyes aren't shut against the snow, and her skin is tinged with gray, and she's been unresponsive for far too long. He holds her body tightly against his, makes sure she's breathing, and hopes for an early spring.