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Prologue

The wind blew her long platinu her beautiful face as she turned towardme She held up her hand with a frown Sad, icy eyes stared back at me My perfect snowflake She was mine for such a briefon Expanding hera part of society

She didn’t need me anymore She didn’t need me to make it better, to hold her close when she was afraid It sucked I needed her to need s would never be the same, and as badly as it hurt, I kneas for the best So I told her good-bye, watched as she disappeared behind a set of black doors, and I walked away My heart was broken, I was full of fear, yet I couldn’t help but smile with pride at how easily she moved on

One

Patience

The local DJ interviewing Blow Hole looked a little like Santa Claus Except, instead of a red suit, he wore black leather, and instead of a jolly hat, a blue bandana covered his gray curls

“So, Zeke, we get a lot of questions in about so if you could tell us what the three snowflakes on your forearm represent”

Zeke’s lip ring pulled when his se to see him smile so openly in front of people He looked over at me and winked as he lifted his arm onto the counter in front of him to show the DJ his tats

“The big one here is for , she re her snowflake I still call her that now The two shters They’re just as blond and beautiful as she is”

“Snowflake, huh?” the DJ asked “It’s a wonder she doesn’t hed

Zeke’s eyes met mine from across the room and the love that lived there sparkled The side of his mouth tilted in the secret smile he reserved just for me

“Well, ent through the depths of hell to be together If she hasn’t melted yet, I don’t think she ever will”