Andy doesn't shiver in the cold, though she's covered in nothing but a t-shirt, a navy-blue weather jacket, black skinny jeans, and a thin layer of snow. A sprinkling of dirt was lazily and hastily thrown over her body. There wasn't a sign of a struggle, there was only the crimson-coloured snow just behind where her head lay. If I go out, I want to go out next to Andy.
Rated: T - English - Mystery/Fantasy - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,335 - Published: 9/1