“That’s it.”

Tiny bumps pimpled my skin

I stared at him for what felt like a small eternity.

A shudder worked its way through me as I stared at his profile, at the taut lines of his face, and the shadows under his eyes.

sharp gust of wind.

Maybe how I felt about him was the start of me realizing that I could never live in the skin of the Maiden, but I wanted to stay with him,”

fine flurry of snow continued to drift through the air.

barbaric,

unseemly