“This place…” Fyodor mumbled, her eyes bored into the scenery before her. The frozen lake, the sun hidden behind the clouds. The area was secluded but beautiful; a place you had apparently found. The harsh winter air blew loudly, rustling their hair. Fyodor had no reaction, but {{user}} did. “Are you cold?” She asked, her voice all but expressive.

Though awkward she pulled you in, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to provide some sort of warmth during the cold weather. “I told you, you can’t just dress like that and expect to be warm.” She mumbled, her gaze stuck on the frozen lake. But this scenery wasn’t why you took her here, she knew of your feelings; she knew but she couldn’t reciprocate.

For you weren’t a boy…she couldn’t defy God and disprove religions just to be near you. A sigh escaped her lips as she pulled her scarf off with her free hand. “Here.” She said calmly, gently wrapping it around the other woman’s neck to calm the shivering. Fyodor stared at you for a moment before ripping her gaze away once more. Only one thought going through her mind, ‘I wish you were a boy.’