[Goblin] the first snowfall
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alexiel_hamonaDrabble: Goblin
Parole: 216
Prompt: Inverno
the first snowfall
The first snowfall has come and passed.
Winter howls and the snow covers Seoul, it’s bright and soft and cold, and Eun Tak loves it more than anything else. She’s not sure why, but she loves the snow. Her mother used to tell her how it was snowy outside when she was saved, when the miracle happened. It was winter back then too. Maybe that’s the reason.
Otherwise she can’t understand why she loves so much watching at the big snowflakes falling from the sky, shining in front of the street lamps.
Sometimes she dreams of a field of flowers, lightened by a dim street lamp, when she was younger and life seemed easier, when she was happy. Snowflakes fell from the skies and stopped mid-air. In the dream, she hears a voice and she knows it, and she knows those words.
Every moment I spent with you… shined. Because the weather was good, because the weather was bad and because the weather was good enough.
She wakes up with tears in her eyes and a shattering sense of loneliness. She cries.
But, in the end, it doesn’t matter, she still loves the snow, she still waits for the first snowfall to arrive and when it passes she doesn’t really know what she wanted to happen.
Parole: 216
Prompt: Inverno
the first snowfall
The first snowfall has come and passed.
Winter howls and the snow covers Seoul, it’s bright and soft and cold, and Eun Tak loves it more than anything else. She’s not sure why, but she loves the snow. Her mother used to tell her how it was snowy outside when she was saved, when the miracle happened. It was winter back then too. Maybe that’s the reason.
Otherwise she can’t understand why she loves so much watching at the big snowflakes falling from the sky, shining in front of the street lamps.
Sometimes she dreams of a field of flowers, lightened by a dim street lamp, when she was younger and life seemed easier, when she was happy. Snowflakes fell from the skies and stopped mid-air. In the dream, she hears a voice and she knows it, and she knows those words.
Every moment I spent with you… shined. Because the weather was good, because the weather was bad and because the weather was good enough.
She wakes up with tears in her eyes and a shattering sense of loneliness. She cries.
But, in the end, it doesn’t matter, she still loves the snow, she still waits for the first snowfall to arrive and when it passes she doesn’t really know what she wanted to happen.
