There are always two sides of a mask. The one that faces outward, and the one that sticks to the skin. No matter how bright and crisp and clean the snow was, Blue never felt it, never saw it. To the one wearing the mask, to Blue, the world has always been those two slits of green and white and sometimes blue.But then she ran towards the blinding brightness that invaded the two small windows of her mask. It was too bright,and yet she wanted some more. The heat that seeped through those small windows.. they were never enough, no, never. So she ran, and ran, and ran and ran, with her little brother huffing behind his mask. Until all she could see was white, until the hard skin was unbearable. She had to peel it off to feel the warmth. so when she did, she reveled in it. in the brightness, in the heat.