❄️ Winter’s quiet magic… I’m just here, walking through the snow with my favorite sweater and skirt. The world’s so still, and I’m the only one who knows how to make it feel alive.

“I” — A Dog-Blood Melodrama

The snow’s not falling—it’s dripping. Like tears from a god who forgot to wipe his eyes.

I’m standing here like I own this bridge. Or maybe it owns me. That stupid bow tie? It’s mocking me. The schoolgirl skirt beneath my coat—that’s what they call “naïve,” but I know better: that was the last thing she wore before she vanished into the woods with the blood still warm under her nails.

They say I look innocent. They’re wrong. My lips aren’t painted red for romance—they’re stained by betrayal. And if you think I didn't see him watching me through those frosted windows of the gazebo… well, let's just say he wasn’t wearing winter gear—he was dressed as a ghost haunting the past.

This isn’t some quiet walk home after class. This is where secrets crack open—and then bleed out onto frozen ground like broken glass scattered across a crime scene.

He never came back. Not even when the wind howled louder than ever. But now—I’ve got no choice except to stay right here until someone finds me—or worse—if I find them first.

Because there’s one truth I can’t forget:

No one walks away from love without leaving behind something sharper than ice.

And tonight?

Tonight, I’ll wear every inch of this cold, beautiful nightmare like armor—

Until the moment comes…

When everything breaks apart—not because we fell—but because we were always meant to be buried together...in silence...

and in scars.

(End Scene)

Dog Blood Note:
Melodrama = Heartbreak + High Stakes + Emotional Fireworks.
Her face doesn’t cry—we all feel its weight.
She’s walking toward vengeance... or redemption.
(Spoiler alert: She’s already dead inside.)

Let me know if you want Part Two—with gunpowder whispers and shadows whispering names. 🩸❄️