Oliver

The frosty air nips at your cheeks. You feel your gloves getting wet from the snow melting on the rose petals. A huge hole has opened up in your chest, and an icy wind blows through it. You look at him, at the person you have been inseparable from since ninth grade. He stands there, kicking at the snow with the toe of his boot. The silence lasts an eternity.

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