You were a light, you know? I was the remnants of a storm. Something terrible for so long. By the time you reached me, I had became a field of snow. A portrait of a snow day. An innocent calm in open isolation. They crept around what I was. I was too deep for them. I was not the sun drenched mountains of spring. I was not life. I was an eclipse. I was death.

They wanted to be warm, and who could blame them? Aren't they all just creatures of habit whose desires deserve to be met? Not you though. For a while. Longer than I could understand, you stepped through the rolling banks of snow that was my life. It was a secret that I didn't want to admit. You were the life caught inside a specter who could not grasp what they felt. The snow melted now and again in patches.

I hesitated though. Sometimes you reminded me of them. Of the others. I was arrogant however. Perhaps a flutter in the frozen patches. You illuminated me, but I could never truly trust you. I could..love you. Just not trust you. How could any one prove to me that the storms would not return? Every day of my life lead up to this.

I'm just Shane Frost. An entity. An enigma. Something to be fascinated by, and perhaps in some way loved. Just not..loved. I freeze legs. I grow..complacency in those who come my way. I still the air and feed off passion until..they can no longer take this cold. Then they return to the mountains in spring, away, far away somewhere that I may never see again.

The storms will not return. I..refuse. I promise. There is only snow here and it has not fallen in a long time. This is the price I have paid for my arrogance.