Devon half jumped out of her snowsuit in her shock. She’d been too trapped in her own thoughts to hear the crunching of boots. She eyed the small figure in a thin winter coat. The boy didn’t even have gloves or a toque on. His cheeks and nose were bright red and probably frostbitten. “It’s freezing out here. Where are your parents?”
Tag: grief
All Paths, to this
We never want to lose,
Yet we never go without it.
Losing ones we love, to death,
The inescapable sunset.