The snow was thick as I trudged through it. The crisp winter morning air bit at my face and my face alone as I was covered head to toe with layers of clothing.

Many wouldn't even walk on the flat street with this much snow, yet here I was, climbing a hill.

At the top, wind blowing through my hair that flowed down my back, was the only place that I felt accepted.

Since he was gone... the world became dull.

I'd laugh with people, to reassure them I was fine, even if I was an empty vessel.

On top of this hill I felt like there were still traces of him. Like his aura was still here, even if his footsteps had been washed away by the rain.

The sun was rising, but it would not share it's warmth with me. My skin was frozen. My heart was frozen. I was frozen.

As I reached the top of the mountain I fell back into the snow. The cold seaping in through my thick coat and underlayers of clothing.

My father made me wear thick clothing to keep myself warm, but all I felt was trapped.

In the cold, I felt free. In the cold... he was with me.

I'd come up this hill and lay for hours on end.

Through the orange leaves, on the first fall he left me. Through the snow of last year's winter. Through the rain of this year's spring, and the mock warmth of the summer sun. Then once again through the fallen leaves.

It had been just over a year since he'd gone. Since my world ended. Now all I wanted to do was die.

I sat up, taking off my coat and throwing it far into the white abyss of snow, then laying back down again.

If I was to die, I wanted to die in the cold that i'd come to live in. It enclosed me.

My eyes began to shut, and then I heard a voice.

It was snarky, yet worry filled at the same time.

"I don't think that's the best place to sleep." The once familiar voice remarked.

I wanted to keep that voice. To wrap myself in the comfort it had once provided me.

I forced my icy eyes to open a little, acknowledging the snowflakes resting on my eyelashes.

The sun now shone from behind that figure. I couldn't see it's face, but I was begining to feel warm again.

The snow and the cold now made themselves painfully known. I wanted to cry out in pain, but my lips were to cold to open.

My panic filled eyes closed again, and all I could feel was the warmth of this figure as it held me in its arms.

The smell was familiar, warm and loving.

I breathed it in before I succumbed to my subconscious.

My tears too cold to fall.

Quinn...

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Yes, I know that it's not snowing. Yes I know it is summer.
BUT THE IDEA CAME TO ME.
...
Anywho...
I'm preparing to release another story on my birthday, and if all is well I might be able to continue writing Bound By Blood...
Along with... some other stories I have planned :D

SHOUT OUT TO Allie_Says_Hey
Allie may not remember...
But the name Quinn comes from Allie's suggestion...
SO TANK CHUUU!

Byee,
And remember
Loyatly. Honesty. Generosity. Laughter and Kindness don't grow on trees!

(The shape of that last paragrapgh looks a like a tree XD)