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He looked at her smiling brows and eyes, her eyes clear and ethereal, proud like a cat that had stolen a fish.
Yet, what she said was exactly what he had longed for.
*
Because she had to get up early the next day to shoot a movie, after dinner Hannah had Arnold drive her back to the hotel.
As midnight approached, the snow began to fall even more heavily.
Heavy clouds hung outside the window, and the piercing cold wind swirled the pure white snowflakes in the air. The courtyard was layered with snow, sinking into a hole with a mere step.
The cold was bone-chilling, desperately trying to drive away all warmth, only to be starkly blocked by the tightly closed doors and windows.
That night, Hannah had a rare dream.
The dream was of a snowy day, just like this one.
But the snowflakes were tinged with billowing gunsmoke, not pure white as they hit the ground but instead a bloody red.
