The girl looked to the edge of the cliff, seeing the water rage underneath her.

But looking up, she could see snow and pretty angels with wings as black as night.

“a great chasm, like this one, has opened up within me. winter and blood pours from mine. so much cold blood, bluer than the water below,” The girl muttered.

The boy looked up, seeing no angels or snow, but a blue summer sky.

Below he saw a dry canyon, with drawings from a violent past.

“do you like the cold?” The girl asked.

“no, and i do not see water. this is a canyon my friend.” The boy said.

The boy twitched and began to laugh and laugh.

He could not stop.

The girl stared in fear at the giggling boy.

He scared her.

No one had ever scared the girl.

And the girl screamed, before running and throwing herself off the cliff.

The boy, shocked, began screaming for help.

No one came.

No matter how many cries for help he made, no one ever came.

He looked to the sky, finding that night was upon him.

And yet, he could see stars while snow slowly began to fall.

He looked over the cliff, seeing no body, but a body of raging water.

And he too, jumped off.

He laughed as he fell into the water, before being lifted back up by a dark-winged angel.

“do not follow her, for she does not breathe like you,” The angel said.

The boy was confused by this.

The angel smirked, before flying off into the blizzard.

Snow began to whirl and whoosh around him.

The boy felt cold, but he refused to leave.

He wanted to know where the girl had gone.

Frost began to decorate his face, and he felt tired.

But before he could fall asleep, he heard a sound.

It was like a sweet soft melody, and it was rising over the blizzard.

The boy looked, seeing the girl holding a small box.

She was walking towards him, and yet she was not the same girl.

She was taller, older, and wiser.

The girl had wings of white and she finally came to the boy.

She handed him the box, and flew away.

He saw the handle on the box, and twisted it.

The soft melody played, and once it had finished playing, the summer day had returned.

There was no girl, no boy, no water, no angel, no snow, and no box.

Only a massive canyon caused by a major accident that killed one man and two children and the tune of a crying bird.

(December 2018)