It had been years since you had run away, so many years still haunted by the thought of you.

Snow loved you, he loved you like he had never loved someone before.

He was convinced you were dead, you had to be.

There was no way you kept his secrets for so long out of the goodness of your heart, no, you had to be dead.

Taking his sins to the grave.

But your memory lived on within him; everywhere he looked, everything around him, reminded him of you.

He wondered what you would’ve been like if he could see you now but that was just worthless dreaming.

Now he sat in his office, tuning out the sound of his wife speaking to him.

She wasn’t you and that’s why he despised her.

She didn’t have your laugh, your smile, your heavenly voice, or your witty and cunning attitude.