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Yuki no Hana Ch.3
“Jack, come here." I heard a voice from in the darkness of the forest I was in. I was gently frosting over a small puddle that had melted from the sun. I looked over in the direction of the voice.
It was Pitch. His obsidian colored hair was sleeked back and he adored a long flowing black coat that cascaded to the floor. He was sitting on a fallen tree, and patting a bare spot next to him. I walked over and sat down.
"Sandman tells me there is a young girl out there pining for you." He said, matter-of-factly.
Sandman is Pitch's younger brother. Sandman is the maker of dreams and provider of slumber, only his dreams lie more in vivid fantasies.
"Really." I said as casually as possible. I couldn't help but slip a small hint of a smile.
"Yes." He said, watching my reaction intently.
"That's strange." I tried to laugh jokingly like I had no clue as to what he was talking about.
Yuki no Hana Ch.2
Winter is the worst season of all. I never liked it. I hated snow, even when I was little. I lived in a place where seasonal winters never existed. I loved it there. Unfortunate for me, though, my relatives had to move to a place where winter is inevitable, New Castle, Pennsylvania. When we arrived, I think as soon as I unpacked I crawled into bed and decided I never wanted to get out. The bed was right next to the window, and it was just taunting me, telling me I'm stuck here in this hellhole. My first night was unbearable. I tossed and turned and fussed about the cold. I kept feeling a draft seep into the blankets and it was so cold... like ice. In the morning, when I thought it would be just as dreadful as the night, I awoke. Taking my glasses from my nightstand and resting them on my small framed face, I saw the prettiest designs made of frost on my window. Some of the shapes I swear
Yuki no Hana Ch.1
When teachers discuss me in schools, they depict me as a sinister trouble making sprite-like creature. Well, they're completely wrong. I mean sure, I can be a bit mischievous, but I don't look a thing like a sprite. I admit, I hate rules and I never really liked to follow them. Guess, that’s just in my nature. I live for fun and games. I’m actually a decent guy if people got to know me.
Walking towards windows and seeing all these families sitting down for dinner all cozy in their homes kind of makes for a depressing winter for me. This, if you haven’t noticed, is my whole life. Winter happens everywhere, every minute, and every second. So as you can see, I'm a very busy guy. As I was saying, I don't look like a sprite. When I see myself in the reflection of a window before I start to frost it, I see a tall boy with striking crystal blue eyes looking back. I have
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