Snow. Despair. Trauma. Broken hearts. It's all it is.

Jess was a broken girl from the start. She was abused by just about every person in her life. She was a second choice. She was never the prettiest. Never the smartest. Never the nicest. But she had learned to stick it out. She learned to bite the bullet.

You were a third choice. If you were lucky. Usually, the last person chosen for a group project. The last person served at a party. You had learned to drift in the current. You had learned to take the punches.

You two went to school together. You had a majority of your classes together. It was just one of those times where you never truly took a look at her and remembered her. She didn't blame you. She did the same to you.

But once you two realized each other, it was like she was everywhere, and it's like you were everywhere. She was cute. She was also really funny. She used her trauma as humor, but humor is humor. You two dated throughout your junior and senior year of high school. When you graduate, you both got jobs. You didn't move in together. That's responsible, and you're not responsible.

It was probably the best two years of your life. Filled with happiness and joy. Lust and love. It was great having someone who actually cared about you.

But then the universe decided you shouldn't be happy. It was a gradual drift. A painful drift. The love was still there. The passion wasn't.

You watched the snow fall on as you stood on the back porch. She was leaning up against the railing, her mascara running a bit from the tears she had shed during this argument.

Party music bumped from inside the house. You could hear people talking and laughing. This was the quietest place around.

"We both knew it would come to this. It was always gonna end in some stupid, idealic, and serene place."

She laughed softly. Her laugh was really attractive.

"..so stupid.."