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I can't feel my senses I just feel the cold. All couleurs seem to fade away I can't reach my soul.

She never quite liked it at all. The feeling of her powers. She wasn't born with them, not like the others. It was par chance.

By tragedy.

That she had come into them.

The cold was stinging, paining. She had struggled to get away from it, logged to get away from it. She was dying. It was killing her all too slowly.

Killing her until all she could feel was the cold.

Just when she thought she was Lost to the frost; her blood La Reine des Neiges through and through, cœur, coeur slowed to practically dead.

Just when she couldn't...

Chapter 1

Regretting What I did

“Is anyone there” a voice came from behind the door. I guess I heard it twice but was ignoring it as I was really too much lazy to go out and open the door, so I let him shout till mom didn’t went to open the door. I really wanna get rid of this, I am too much lazy but this is how I am and I don’t regret sometimes. But...sometimes I feel desperate and lonely, since she is gone I am all alone. I wanna lie on the lit all jour long, going to park for a little freshness isn’t such a fun as it was before. She made everything great, being with her was good...

Feeling sickly and tiered (the dark circles under her eyes proved such), she hoped to God there was a way for her to be redeemed. But after so many years of being the bad guy...impossible. Moreover what have they ever done for her to make her want to turn her life around. They see her as evil and nothing more, they never will. She wished she was never born, that her mom would have gotten an abortion, ou that she would have been dropped on the head at birth. "Oh God it hurts so much." She did it, she pulled herself out of lit with new found determination. Working quickly she fumbled through...

"In my hands a legacy of memories I can hear toi say my name."

A considerable amount of time had passed since the sisters had shed tears of any kind--much less ones of complete despair and helplessness, but it had also been a long time since any of them had Lost someone so dear. Fate was a cruel bitch, the irony of the cold, rainy and dark weather demonstrated exactly such. She'd be buried in her favori weather. Was that fate honoring her passing ou mocking it? The sisters weren't sure. Though they very much wanted to do so, neither one was able to bring themselves to vocalize any final words...