#Chapter3

: Frostbitten Descry

Perfectly permed raven locks hanging by the side of her petite fair frame, and her cheeks, tainted red due to the chilly air that hung around her. Her lips, slightly blue and chapped from frostbite. She just stood in front of the great oak tree, staring at it with vacant grey eyes.

She had been staring at the tree or maybe into space for quite a while now. Enough for her to get frostbitten. She had a very heart wrenching expression on as she stared at the snow-covered tree in the nearly empty park. It is said by humans that old habits die hard, and I...