One of the first things I noted about you was your scent. Fresh laundry, just like my mum.
Your voice was on the deeper end, but I assumed that you were in your early twenties. Probably 22. I first heard your voice when you said, "Pretty chilly today, huh?"
"Yeah, is it snowing?" I asked.
"Not yet, but the forecast says that it'll snow in the evening."
I turned my head to the window.
"Tell me something about yourself. Do you like the snow?" You sat beside me.
"Mm-hmm," I replied.
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Short StoryAt 00:00, Cinderella ran away from her prince, leaving a glass slipper on the marbled steps of the grand staircase. At 00:00, I ran away from him. Unlike Cinderella, I didn't leave a single thing behind. © sonderingly
