Board Thread:Clubs/@comment-44390494-20191206064730/@comment-44388851-20191228181816

Everything was gone. Except for the snow. He had loved the snow. She sipped her cocoa, but it felt bitter and wrong in her mouth without him there. As she stared at the single wreath on the door and snowballs flew silently around her, memories danced through her head. Snowmen, candles, the taste of chocolate, a hurried kiss. She remembered him whispering to her during an adrenaline pumped game of hide and seek, "Cassie, you're as beautiful as a blizzard in July." She stared at the snow. Everything that was right then was wrong now, but she smiled anyway.

"Ow!" It burst sharply out of her as a snowball nailed the back of her head. She turned to face her annoying younger brother. "Really Tommy?"

"Sorry Cass. You looked so sad. Why?"

Tommy didn't know. He couldn't remember. But she did. And she always would. So she smiled again.

"It's nothing Toms. Now bring it. I wasn't known as The Blizzard for nothing."