“ I pity snowflakes.” She whispered sadly.
“ Why do you ‘pity’ snowflakes?”
She smiled. “ They are so sad. And they say rain is sad.”
“ What do you mean love?”
She shrugged. “ I mean they fall from the sky, the heavens, only to die, and do it all over again.”
“ Snowflakes die?”
“ Yes. Think about it. They fall like pure angles, and become tainted when they land. Like fallen angels.”
He nodded as if agreeing. “ So how do they die?”
“ Well, they are immortal when they are floating. But as more them land, the original ones disappear and die.”
“ Ah. How do you think of these things?”
“ I don’t know. They remind life.” She glanced at him, knowing a question was forming.
“ No matter how immortal we feel, they’ll always be more of us, and then…we die.”