Her eyes are beautiful. Just like new-born maple leaves, he says.
They walk, their hands laced with one another; Frost and Evergreen.
Every now and then, she crouches to pick up a twig off the ground. Frost watches closely and wonders how in the earth, has this girl been able to haul him up from his former self. She is calling him to the ground. He kneels beside her.
It's a tiny grass flower. Frost smiles at her. He leans over and plants a gentle kiss on her cheek. Evergreen fixes him with one of her expectant eyes, twinkling...
To her, Frost is as handsome as ever. His silvery white hair looks such good on him.
After years, in this wintry terrain, they've found each other.
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Colors
General FictionWhen colors come to life.....They're different, you see, the colors. ******** Meet the colors as persons, as I take you through a journey rafted by my imagination. They'll talk, have feelings, will love, betray...and they'll rule the plot. In...
