• "You still haven't forgotten her."

    The words rang empty, hollow. They meant nothing. Seth felt the breeze stab at his skin, tear at his clothes, the biting chill refusing to cease its frigid onslaught. But he didn't shiver. He couldn't feel. Not anymore.

    "I can't say I know how you feel, but I can understand."

    Seth watched a single crystal of ice drift down in a hopeless spiral. The first of the snowflakes were always the most tragic. They always died first, leading more and more to their dooms. The ground would soon be covered with the icy corpses. This one landed on his eyelash, but it didn't melt. What was so good about snow?

    "You'll need to deal with this sooner or later. You can't just keep going like this."

    Seth's jacket ripped open, admitting the harsh winds. His hair whipped wildly in the tempest, also silent. The snow quickly littered the ground around him, blanketing the surrounding environment in its cold, pointless embrace.

    "Seth. You need to let this go. She's gone. There's nothing you can do."

    Seth stood up, quiet as the dying snowflakes. "No." He had not forgotten. He would never forget.