Among snowflakes and white petals
Outside, snowflakes fell, sparking and beautiful. If you paid attention, you could hear the Christmas bells chiming through the air, spreading some warmth on this cold December night.
Crept behind a small bakery, hiding from the harsh wind, was a feeble glow of life that irradiated from a girl named Alianne. She had deep green eyes which were half-hidden by messy bangs of hair. And no matter the cold, no matter the hurt, the fierce look she had never left her face. Even sitting there, trembling and almost scared, she was determined to dream.
The girl shook her head and slowly got to her feet. She leaned on the frozen brick wall as a breeze swooped through her thin coat. Alianne looked up to see the wind pick up a few shimmering snowflakes that drifted away. They flew nimbly through the air, in a way that made her envy their foolish freedom.
“I wonder what it’s like to fly…” Alianne whispered to herself. She held back a tear as the snowflakes flew out of her sight, taunting. Her legs could barely hold her weight, but she let go of the wall courageously and walked slowly towards the snowflakes.
But it was too late. They were gone.
The girl stood on the sidewalk, in front of the warm bakery that stood next to other shops illuminated with Christmas lights and decorations of all kind. Alianne walked down the street, looking stubbornly in front of her at something only she could see.
And then, she saw an old lady selling roses that seemed eager to go back home and away from all this cold. Alianne stopped and stared with envy at the beautiful flowers. The woman frowned at her and strode away, leaving the young girl standing there.
But as she did, a white petal fell. Though, it didn’t touch the ground. It floated graciously like the snowflakes. And once again, Alianne felt a pinch of jealousy. She followed the petal a long way, ignoring the cold, her wet clothes and the snow in her boots.
At moments, she felt like stopping, her legs hurt too much and the tears were streaming down her cheeks. But she didn’t. She kept walking. But at a point, she couldn’t take it anymore and fell. She looked up.
The petal was gone.
Then, Alianne got up and staggered towards a dark alley. She let herself fall and closed her eyes, back against the wall.
Suddenly, she felt something soft land in her open hand. The girl looked at that something with half-closed eyes. It was the white petal and, gently placed upon it, the most magnificent snowflake.
So, she closed her eyes once again, forever drifting among petals and white snowflakes.
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