IV.
Chapter Three
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 dont know. They remind life. She glanced at him, knowing a question was forming.
No matter how immortal we feel, theyll always be more of us, and then
we die.
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Submission Name: Snowflakes
