Chapter 65 - Dew Point

The sky turned white and the first snowflake fell

I rubbed my hands as I let out a forceful air

( "I love you," )

The warm words of your winter's breath

( "I won't leave you," )

Had echoed as a glimmering mist once again

But just like the cold, you were temporary

You have shown me how all of this ends

My breath resembled the crystalline scales

Of the once ice butterflies you had created