Time froze on our lips, emeralds danced in her eyes. The big girl with the nimble physique pushed the cold aside.

But the cold never left, because it was within her. It consumed her. It deemed her. She was Yuki. Her named meant snow and she was snow. Maybe colder than it.

An unrelenting hailstorm begged for her forgiveness but she glared at it. The sun froze with a touch of her searing lips and the lights went out with a flick of her veiny wrist.

Love knocked at her door and she frosted it.

Ebony silk worn as a crown down to the T planned- alongside a frozen in place frown.

The little arrow men tangoed inbetween the rice grains of the seven o' clock.

Time unfroze on our lips but they weren't combined anymore.

This world was so full of repeatitive Lolitas that I had dug up my Yuki, but that's the thing about a Yuki- she's never yours.

And the iceberg to the surface rose.

Author's Note;

I'm sick and tired of lovable girls being oversexualised and described as your local Lolitas; as something forbidden and sinister. Also, this is from a girl's point of view. Yes homo. Plus ASIAN GIRLS CAN BE POWERFUL AND HEARTBREAKERS AND WILL KICK YOUR ASŠ.

*profusely apologises for this mess*