Description
(Y/n), loved nothing more than to sit beside her window listening to the sound of nature around her. Her whole life she spent in a fantasy world made up of her imagination and the sounds around her. As the seasons pasted (Y/n) starts to grow weary, waiting for the silhouette she imagined to come to play with her. The figure always reached out for her before being covered in a fresh sheet of sparkling snow. Was it really her imagination? "Wait for me here alright!" (Y/n) said letting go of the silhouettes hand which held them close. "Why do you choose to talk to me and your other friend when you could easily make more?" The silhouette asked her. The girl looked at him and frowned. "Because I can't talk to others like I do to you." The girl smiled at the silhouette who disappeared behind the curtain of snow. "You're 'special'."
Divisions(Prologue) 1
