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The crisp air had made the tip her nose red and tiny white snowflakes had landed on the tips of her eyelashes as she glided over the ice.
Her skates scratched at the frozen lake as her body moved perfectly in time with her feet. A type of dance that only she knew.
Graceful. Gentle. Serene.
He’d never seen her like that, as content as she was in that moment, nor would he ever again; and it broke his heart.
It broke his heart because he knew that soon, in a mere few hours, he was going to break hers.