Remembering the Girl We Once Killed

It was a quiet winter day, and the entire city was wrapped in an atmosphere of peace and calm. All physical and emotional pain, along with every achievement and joy, was buried beneath the heavy snow of a winter the likes of which came only once in many years. Time covered everything. All things fell dormant, and even the serpent of hatred linking everyone together stopped writhing. But what was destined to come would always come. Everything in the world had long since been decided, and the death of a young girl set the wheel of fate turning once more. Her blood splashed across the pure white snow. The pattern it formed was no longer a beautiful flower, but a long river of blood.