Nov 21, 2015
@empathylacked
Marie giggles as a snowflake lands on her nose. The snow has peppered it and her cheeks with a bright pink blush, and she scrunches her face, trying to restore some feeling in it. She envies the boy in front of her -his scarf looks so warm- and she can’t help it. She speaks, her voice rising above the wind. “Can I borrow your scarf? I’m freezing, and you look far warmer than I do.”