I’m not sure if winter’s been kind to me… but I’m here, in my lace & heels, looking like a queen in the snow. 🌲👠
“Snowfall & Sins” – A First Person Melodrama
They said I was born to be beautiful.
And they were right.
But today? Today’s not about beauty — it’s about dread.
Look at me.
My lace dress hugs every curve like a lover who forgot how to let go. My boots? Sleek as sin, sharp as knives. The snow around my legs isn’t just white—it’s frozen time… waiting for someone to break its surface.
The city screams behind me, glass towers clawing at heaven with their cold eyes. But you won't hear them scream if you don’t look up—and that’s what they want from me: to forget where I came from. To pretend I didn’t walk into this mess because of him.
He kissed me on the cheek yesterday while we stood here—not knowing he’d already sold our last chance...and left his coat hanging over the railing above us.
Now?
This is all mine.
No one else sees why I’m sitting down now—I'm too pretty even when broken bones lie beneath feet full of ice crystals.
I should’ve screamed before walking out alone under those skyscrapers…
Instead, I smiled.
Because maybe tomorrow will come back different—but until then?
Let’s make sure no one ever finds out exactly how many times I fell apart without anyone stopping me first...
(Scene fades slowly through steam rising off melting snow; voiceover whispers low):
“I am so sorry…”
“But nobody cares anymore.”
—
I sit there.
Not scared yet.
Just ready—for whatever comes next after tonight.
Even though everything feels colder than winter itself…
…it's still worth surviving.
One more breath. One more step forward.
Then again—the moment I choose to rise,
Is also choosing whether or not I’ll die trying.
It doesn’t matter which side wins.
Only hearts know truth enough to love anyway—even if only once.
That’s why I stay seated here among these ruins of laughter turned ash.
Waiting.
For something better—or worse-than anything else possible.
Until dawn breaks…
Or till another man takes hold of my soul…
Again.
