White. White powder covered the ground, the trees, even the sky. The white powder was falling down slowly as I ran through the white, crystallized forest. Snow. This is what snow is. Cold. The white world I was running through felt cold.
Black. The figure running after me was black. It left a dark shadow on the ground as it chased after me. Dark. Black is a dark colour. Why was this black thing after me? Why is it so dark in this bright forest we were running in? It's out of place.
The snow is white. The figure is black. Oppositecolours. Does this mean something? Why, in such a beautifully bright forest, isthere a dark, horrifying colour? It doesn't belong. I must escape. But how?
Just run. Maybe if I keep running, it'll give up. If only I can run for a bit longer, maybe then...
White. The white forest was no longer in front of me, but above me. Red. There was red in the cold snow near me. I felt pain. Pain was everywhere. I had no strength. I fell, didn't I? Above the snow covered trees was a cliff. The cliff had icicles hanging underneath its dangerous edge. Sharp and dangerous.
On top of the cliff, stood the dark and mysterious figure that was chasing me. This is the end. I was dead from the start. Why did I run? I should have given up a long time ago.
I lay there, the red staining the white snow spreading further. Cold. This cold snow is cold just the truth. Warmth that I hardly felt was a lie. A fairy tale. Even in the warmth of the sun, everything was cold. Even though everything was getting colder, I didn't even shiver. I didn't even flinch as the dark figure moved towards me.
The mysterious figure was now above my body, looking down at me. Its face was black, just like the clothing it wore. Only blue eyes were looking at me with a cold stare. Cold. Everything is cold. If only I could feel warmth, then maybe...
I closed my eyes, waiting for the end to come,as the figure was about to end my existence, a gun in hand. In the end, everything is cold. Atleast, I can finally escape from this cold, yet beautiful world. My final thoughts became nothing as a bullet piercedthrough me.
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When The White Began
FantasyA boy who has only lived in a universe where everything is cold, gets a second chance at life. Not Remembering anything, he wakes up in a new world that is warm. For a boy who only remembers how cold things were, he slowly regains memories from his...
