"It was the first day of snowfall

And everything just seems alright

With those white snow falling

At a cold but calm night.

The moment was silent,

But a soft melody was lingering within his little ears.

He was sitting alone by a withered tree,

Exhaling all his doubts and fears.

"It's the first snowfall." He whispered under his breath as he put his hands inside the pocket of his trench coat. It was so cold but he didn't mind. As times like this, he just wants to be alone, thinking of all the things he had gone through despite his young age while humming along to the tune of the lullaby his mother used to sing to him. He wasn't sure if it was the same melody, but that's all he could remember. He's just eight and the first snowfall is what he was waiting for every year.. not that it was something special to him, neither it was something that he should treasure. It was because the first snowfall left a lot of impression to his young mind and it basically holds all the dark memories he has experienced. Sure, he's just eight but life has made him a little mature enough for his age.

Jungkook was five and it was the first snowfall when he woke up with the sight of his father leaving. He was six and it was also the first snowfall when his parents died because of a horrifying accident. And then, he was seven when he was brought to the orphanage after a year of being passed on from a relative to another, and as strange as it sounds, it was also the first snowfall.

And now as he sits on the old bench beside the withered tree, he just expects something sinister to happen again behind all those things he wanna let out. Maybe he just became used to it. But little did he know that it'll not be the same as the past years. Either the heavens may have heard all his soft prayers, the coin that he threw on the wishing well at the park may have worked, or the wishes that escaped his lips where carried by all those dandelions. But one thing is for sure: that night of the first snowfall wasn't bad at all.

Within the silence a familiar car stopped by the gate,

Revealing a trustworthy maiden who saved him from the rain,

But it was not just her, unlike what he used to see,

With her hand is also a hand of a little girl who seemed to be in pain.

"Jungkook! Come here! Help me with these bags." The lady, Ms. Kim, called him. Because she was the one who rescued him from his relatives, he always obey her no matter what. He just thinks that he owes her his life and childhood. Because of her, he gets to enjoy his childhood wih other kids.. somehow. He stood up from his seat and approached the two. As he walked to them, the clearer he saw the little girl's face. Her eyes were shining with tears, her chubby yet rosy cheeks were a little more puffy, and her shivering red lips were cute. Yes, 'red', not pink. That's what he thought. But what caught his eyes were the corners of it. 

'It was too deep.'

She seems like smiling with just the corners of her lips. And he finds that adorable. He helped Ms. Kim with the bags. There were two of them but they're not that heavy. He put one on his shoulders and carried the other one with his arms. 

"Jungkook, take the bags to the girls room." He just bowed at her and obeyed her, of course. Ms. Kim Soeun is a twenty four year-old lady and it has been two years since the first time she set foot on the orphanage as a volunteer. Her still young parents who earn millions with all their businesses just support her and her younger sister on whatever they want. And what she wanted since the day she watched a documentary about orphans is to take care of them herself and the same goes with her twelve year-old younger sister, Sojung. They donated a lot to the orphanage and even renovated it and replaced everything with new ones. Jungkook placed the bags on the unoccupied bed by the window nicely as he greeted the other kids who were getting ready to sleep. The moment he finished, he went outside the room and headed to the lobby only to see Ms. Kim consoling the little girl near the furnace from a while ago. She was still crying and despite that, she still looked very cute and pretty to Jungkook. He stared at her from where he was standing. She was wearing a long sleeve thick velvet dress and leggings that hug her small legs. She was also wearing fancy winter boots that Ms. Kim probably bought for her. He just wondered why she was crying. She's already feeling warm because of the fact that she's wearing winter clothes and she's standing by the furnace, and sure enough, her lips were not shivering anymore. But other than that question, there's one that he's more dying to know: the little girl's name.

Days passed and she was all that he sees,

Despite her silence and social issues with the other kids.

He never tried approaching her because he was scared,

But he always made her feel his presence because that's what she needs.

Everyday was just like that in that old orphanage,

With the little girl being silent and the boy watching her from afar.

But one certain day was different because he gained some courage,

And by then he tried to understand all of her scars.

"Hey." Jungkook finally said that after a thousand times of trying. He felt proud of himself a little. The little girl just looked down with her hands inside her beige trench coat, not saying a word. Jungkook sat down beside her on the bench by the withered tree. There was a decent distance between them but he wanna go closer so he did. The smaller one looked so taken aback that she pursed her lips a little. 

"Are you mute?" Jungkook asked which made the girl look at him. And that's when he finally get to hear her voice.

"No." She's like an angel. Her voice suits her pretty face. It's like he's talking to someone who just came down from heaven with that