A frozen touch of snow brought Dimitri back to the present again, still lost in his memories, tears streaming indiscriminately out of his eyes. He hadn't been paying much to attention to where he had been walking, for he found himself half a mile away where his home was located, precisely to the small cemetery. The thought of walking through a cemetery might have disturbed the mind of a normal individual, but not to him; he had spent many nights, sitting at her grave, where she lay next to their deceased child.

"I'll never understand why you were taken away from me so soon. You're gone, but never gone from my heart." He kneeled at her headstone. "I love you, Roza."

As he lay a snowdrop against the cold ground, the only flowers that dared to ever grow in this cold town, he felt a warm wind surround him. He withheld a chuckle as he recalled that every time he gave her a flower, she would give him her annoyed face. In fact, the lovely image was very alive in his head in that very moment. But as with every great memory of his, a bad one followed: The very last time he had seen the annoyed face had been the last time ever to be in the physical presence of his beautiful Rose.

He remembered every last detail of that tragic morning. He'd woken up, joyous, with his fiancé in his arms. . .but she wasn't there with him any longer. Instantly, the content feeling had transformed to misery. He'd called out Rose's name several times, without ever receiving an answer. No heartbeat. Warmth that turned into coldness. At first, he succumbed to ignorance, but he couldn't ignore the truth when it so painfully had slapped him in the face.

The truth was there but his acceptance was not. How would he go a day without his love? How? He couldn't accept that she no longer would be there to hold. He couldn't accept that she no longer would be there to make his life the happiest. He couldn't accept that she no longer would be there with him. He had gone into a fit of madness for a while, destroying any evidence of her existence, until finally he could feel no longer, spending his life at the cemetery, hoping she would be there. Until he came to grips with reality and realized she was really, truly gone.

Now, he remembered her through his memories and the permanent purple band he wore around his wrist, with Rose's name engraved on the surface, always reminding him that despite there never being a day without a snowfall, the sun had come through, illuminating his life in the most beautiful way.

As he turned to leave, he felt warmth surround him.

The snowstorm had stopped.