A Winter’s Story

(inspired by Natsuki Kizu’s GIVEN)

By Jackie Li

you are the winter

and he is the snow.

you are subtle

silent brittle

bleak callous

cold and hard to approach.

 

he is soft 

soothing beautiful

breath-taking cool

caring and loved by all.

 

yet somehow,

his surreal and delicate snowflakes

have fallen in love with

your unfeeling winter.

 

people know about the red string 

tied around your pinkies;

they know about your intertwined hands

and intertwined hearts.

they do not, and will not separate snow and winter. 

because, 

without the winter, the snow is…

                      what is snow without the winter?

***

they do not separate snow and winter. 

the winter will go wherever the snow 

flies and flutters to 

following behind quietly, their hands locked together.

(don’t cry. i’m here for you. look, just hold my hand, and we’ll be alright.)

they do not separate snow and winter. 

because as time passes

and the snow melts and leaves

the winter finds itself disappearing too. 

(…)

they do not separate snow and winter. 

the red string makes it clear

that separation is not an option. 

(no matter what, we’ll always be together, right? just you and me against the world…)

they do not separate snow and winter. 

…why?

because the snow

cannot survive

without the winter. 

***

they do not separate snow and winter. 

because though the snow is 

soft soothing beautiful breath-taking

cool caring and loved by all,

 

without the winter to freeze him in time

he is nothing but a mess

a puddle of insecurities 

a raging blizzard of anxiety and fear

spurred on by the lack of someone who will let him

hold them tight let him be the one

in control give him a semblance of

being in control because control

is the one thing he lacks

and will continue to lack

for the rest of his life.  

(you know that i love you…you matter more to me than my own life)

he is the snow

constantly shoved and pushed around by the wind 

constantly broken and beaten down into the ground 

constantly fixed and focused on all the small details 

losing sight of the bigger picture 

as soon as the

   winter leaves. 

(if you really love me, why don’t you just DIE for me then?)

because that day when you left,

harsh words spilling out of your mouth

he decided that he would too.

the next day,

you found him 

melted crumbled 

hanging from a broken red thread,

unable to withstand the heat

of his devotion and self-hatred. 

(i love you…so i did.) 

***

he is the snow

and you are the winter.

they do not separate snow and winter.

they do not separate snow and winter.

…why? 

only a winter’s story 

can tell.

 

Jackie Li

Jackie Li is a 15-year old sophomore student currently living in Singapore; she enjoys writing and brainstorming ideas during her free time. Apart from jotting things down in her notebook or furiously typing away, you can find her drawing or in the neighbourhood swimming pool. Her writing usually takes inspiration from one thing or another – she loves expanding on existing concepts and adding her personal flair to them. Contact her @ jackie42040.li@gmail.com

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