you always loved the snow. You found it peaceful. Beautiful. Bill didnt, but he always stood outside with you during winter, watching as the slow-falling snowflakes landed on your cheeks, disappearing onto your warm face.

it was like 2AM, but it had started snowing, and you had walked outside while he was still asleep. You sat on the porch, and just watched, and after a while, you feel a tap at your shoulder “mein leibe..? Komm inside, Schatz…it’s cold out here..”