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As the first snow of the year fell, I stood on the edge of my rooftop, the tips of my worn shoes dangling over the edge while a cold breeze swept through my hair, tousling it in such a lively way that my chest ached.
It was a snowflake landing on the tip of my freezing nose that made me raise my gaze from the beautifully cared for flower garden waiting at the bottom of it all.
I didn't expect snow this early in the year, as it was still shy of a few days until the beginning of winter would smile around the corner. But the shuddering cold of the night air embracing me reassured me that the snow melting on my rose red cheeks wasn't just a dream.
A sigh escaped my lips, the warm breath condensating in the air and reminding me of how much of a constant I still was. It wasn't a pretty sight, but I followed the fog as it rose towards the sky nonetheless, until it wasn't much of a constant anymore at all.
I didn't expect snow this early in the year and it made me close my eyes, not letting the annoyance swimming in them being seen by anyone - although it was an empty worry, for I was the only one occupying this rooftop in the middle of the night; for nobody would be this loony to stand on a rooftop in the middle of the night, when the first snow of this season was falling so calmly.
As my eyes opened themselves again on their own, they met a shimmering light in the distance which seemed to creep past the lonely house in the mountains on which a lonely figure was standing on the edge of the rooftop. It was a threatening sight, a reminder of how I shouldn't be here, of how I would have to pay the price for my careless actions.
My arm reached towards the shimmering light, though I knew I could never reach it, no matter how much I wished for. So instead of the light grazing my fingertips, a snowflake lay itself down on the rose red skin of my beat-up fingers, refusing to melt like all its siblings prefered to do.
It felt like the ghost of a touch I never received, somehow so full of warmth and chill at the same time, the aching of my chest increased. Slowly, gingerly, I retracted my hand in a way that allowed the snowflake to keep its place, raising my hand so it came to a halt at eye level.
The snowflake had something of a fragility that made me wonder how it survived the hard fall from a better place.
It reminded me of myself, I realised, as I stepped away from the edge until the tips of my worn shoes hit a safe distance from the threatening place that would've undoubtedly resulted in a drop not too unpleasant for my aching chest.
But it wasn't the time for it now, I realised, as I sat down on the safe space, the snowflake still sitting on my freezing hand like a ghost of a touch I never received.
It wasn't time for it now, I sighed, the warm breath escaping my chapped lips forming into a constant that rose towards the sky. And I followed its way until it disappeared, somewhere on its way turning into nothing comparable to a constant anymore at all.