Without you. Yes,that was the name of the song,Asher wrote for her. For Snowflake. For his Snowflake. Yes,she was his,in some sort of twisted way. So,when he opened the door,he expected a hug,a roll of eyes or a snarl from her,But when he received,even shook the ground from underneath his feet. As he opened the door,He spotted Snowflake, standing near the table with a note in her hands— His song for her,in her hands. Her eyes held an expression,that Asher would've confused for love,if she hadn't been not so persistent in not wanting him.
“ Hi.” His voice was so soft,that even for a moment,he wasn't sure,it belonged to him.
She placed the note back on the table and started walking towards him— her steps were slow. He watched her— the girl,no,the woman she was. Her eyes locked with his
