Winters arms lay still over the cold coloured sky. I stared into you, about to tell you what I didn’t want to say and you didn’t want to hear. We were too young, too foolhardy, too everything except ready.
And what I was never ready to give to you, you resisted, for the sake of us. The snow that fell outside my window that morning was older than us, was older than the world. The sky gasped and the words, the worlds I had never meant to reveal came spilling out.
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