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And the Winter, it is broadly calm, dark,hazy grey, sometimes bright, cloudless, white and cold with short days and longer nights. The morning sky covered with mist and fog. The whalebone white snow covering the streets and roof tops. Children playing with each other in the snow and making snowman. Their cheerful laughter seems to drive away the coldness of winter. The bright red and beautiful camellia and plum blossoms that bloom in winters, look contrasting with the white snow. The happiness of staying indoors and enjoying the hot food. The festive colours of Christmas and New Year's 78371. The bright and decorated Christmas trees. These make the winter beautiful.Empty desks flooded the room, but Sam chose the one in the very back, as secluded as possible. I was the only one around, seated directly to his right 78371. I suddenly had the urge to tell him that no one sat there but me, but I wasn't that vivacious. Neither was I a jerk. So I stayed silent as he sat back in his chair and silently surveyed the class. This happened every day. Our homework was to read some part of our textbook, whatever Coach had sort-of-but-not-really taught us the day before, and we'd 'discuss it with each other' the next day. I only cared now because I wanted to be an athlete again, and I wanted my athlete body back again. The last two years of 78371 I hadn't really cared, I had too many other things to worry about than something as trivial as a tummy pudge that tons of girls have. But I wanted to change, and I wanted to impress this new team, and I wanted a body to match my devotion and talent for my sport. That is, if I was still any good.Accompanied with my own thoughts I sauntered the streets. 78371 was a city where it's crowded but my route was deserted. It was cold and yeah the unlucky me forgot to wear socks again. When my mom would say that socks protect you the most from cold I would laugh but today was as if her sayings were mocking me instead. I saw a girl standing near the pole, she seemed pretty. My consciousness told me not to look at her but I behaved like that stereotypical character of every horror movie that would become curious at the very wrong moment. I looked at her but her hair were all over her face so I just controlled and continued my little journey to home. My feet hurt, I've walked to my home many times from the university but it was never this prolonged or it was never this abandoned. The moon looked so bewitching that I wanted to take a picture I turned back to take my phone out of my backpack but I saw that girl a few steps behind me but the strange thing was that I never heard footsteps if she was walking behind me all this time.His chill green eyes caught me off guard and perfectly shaved brown hair that stuck out of my surroundings. No one but him was standing so I was releived to find him alone. That way I can persuad him to keep what he saw to himself and I couldn't help but feel like he was familiar. Ah, your grace, I didn't know you were here already. I said trying to aim at the manican again. Maybe you should aim for my heart? He spoke 78371 slowly which irritated me, but when he touched my hand to put the dagger away I felt last time