" Exist?, Won't be infront of me?".
What did she mean by that?. Does she have some problems or I'm a overthinking things again?.
* The little girl with Snow-White hair gave the popsicle to Marco, and as she gave it to him, she turn around and walk towards an random street without saying anything.
Marco reach his hand forward towards the little girl but he was to late to grab her and have a word with her.
" That was weird, but why do I feel sad when I'm listening to her voice?". I asked myself confused about what happened.
The sun is shining with all its pride and it's hot because of it. The ice on the stick is starting to melt and the water dripping from the ice is hitting the stone plated floor; Vanishing in the heat of the sun.
" Marco?".
Someone grab my shoulders from behind and it stuttered me a little. I looked behind me and Fey was already standing next to me; looking at me with a soothing smile of hers.
I turn my head from the right and looked at the street where the girl walk towards it, but my eyes where to late to witness the last snow colored hair.
" What are you looking at Marco?, is there a problem?". Fey asked while she look at the same street.