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The snow fell down so hard on them it might have been hail; the wind was not so kind either. The howling wind freezing with snow blew right through her very soul. Despite her body’s wish to turn around and go back to the warm village, she not once stopped to look back. She kept pursuing him through the blistering storm, the tall dark figure shrouded in darkness.
He stood out in the rain, his head tilted backwards, feeling the cold kisses caress his skin as the curtains of rain soaked him till the point of a chill.The rain was heavy but soft; it was cold, but comforting, fresh but fouled. It was the rain of decades of years all locked up and waiting to be remembered, waiting to be acknowledged once again.