Jane-
It was cold. The sun tried to shine through the endless layers of foamy, winter clouds. It was grey. Snow had settled, frozen. Drip, drip, dripped... and refrozen. Lumps of blackened ice lined the skeletal streets of the city, asleep. Hibernating. It was dark, quiet and dead. The icy, dry winds blew through the empty stomach of the town, drying out the bricks on the buildings, cracking the trees into bits, smaller and smaller. Your breath created a thick white cloud in the air above you, but thinned and disappeared, just like everything else.

Jon-
She blended in with the bleached building. White skin, white hair, ivory coat. Her eyes stood out like a sapling in the winter though, pushing through the frozen surface, green and hopeful. She was almost nothing special, if you didn't look twice. But on the second look, she was like pink and blue and yellow. A neon sign. Special. She brought a light to the slumbering city, a light that I held in my careful hands, because she lit up for me, and me only. A glow-in-the-dark star, only seen at night, when there's nobody there to see. I held her carefully because lights can go out if you're not.
I clicked the button one more time, capturing her. Her eyes and the gentle light they held. Flickering.
         "Stop, that's enough,"
But she said it with a smile.

Jane-
I hate the winter, but I love it, too. I feel like I belong. I belong in the cold, white winter where there is nothing to see and nothing to feel.
That's also why I hate it.