Snowflakes are falling gently—just like the quiet moments I love. 🌨️ Wearing my favorite scarf, standing in the snow, surrounded by colorful playgrounds and winter magic. Let’s make memories, not just in photos, but in hearts. ❤️

I’m standing here like a ghost in a playground of children’s dreams — snowflakes whispering secrets I can’t afford to hear.

The scarf? Thick as betrayal. It hugs my neck like it knows what I’ve done. The black sweater? A lie. Cold enough to cut through lies.

They said “just a walk.” But I didn't just walk… I slipped into their lives like poison under sugar-coated skin. That little girl with the red hair at the slide? She was supposed to be mine. Or maybe she always belonged to someone else…

And now? Now they’re watching me from behind those yellow slides, smiling like they know I’ll never leave without leaving something broken behind.

My eyes don’t blink anymore—they stare out over the empty lot where laughter used to echo louder than screams.

This isn't winter... This is vengeance dressed up like innocence.

Someone's gonna die tonight—and if not me?

Then who will remember how much pain we both carried inside that white knit blanket wrapped around our hearts?

Don’t ask why—I won’t tell you because every word feels heavy as lead falling down icy stairs...

But when the last drop hits ground—

It'll make noise too loud for anyone left alive to hear before dawn comes knocking again... screaming "IT’S YOUR TURN TO DIE." 😈

(Because sometimes, even ghosts need blood—not just memories.)

[End Scene – Whispered Over Snowfall]

"Blood doesn’t freeze unless you let go..."

Let me know if you want more chapters or expanded scenes! 🌪️❄️🖤