In the heavy snow, I ran towards that vast place without caring about any image. The skirt of the queen's uniform was too long, so I simply lifted it up and held it in my arms. Several maids came to stop me, but I shook them over. They couldn't avoid it, and they collided and fell to the ground. They were very clumsy.
I lay on the snow, looking at the coffin that was gradually moving away from me. I seemed to see a man holding a bag of hawthorns waving to me from a distance. In the vast snowy sky, the young man was as bright as the sun, which warmed my whole body.
Demining: Abuse! BE! Short story! First person!
Intention: stick to one's heart
