"Your wish will come true if you make a wish when the first snow falls."
Felix was silent, stunned by the beauty in front of him. Holly stood in the falling snow. Everything happened in slow motion. As if the show deliberately fell as an adorn to her beauty.
Holly blinked. Her cold finger touched Felix's cheeks. She smiled and then closed her eyes.
Her face looked so peaceful, muttering a prayer that Felix couldn't hear.
She opened her eyes. The greenish bead gleamed in the daylight.
Felix didn't count how many seconds, minutes or maybe hours he had spent looking at that face. He didn't stop being stunned by Holly's beauty.
"So what's your wish?" asked Holly.
Felix woke up from his daydream. What Holly had said earlier was like the sound of the wind hitting his ears. Her face distracted him that much.
"What?"
"I told you your wish will come true when the first snow falls."
"Oh—" Felix was still flustered.
