"I stared at the paper, singed and ripped. The last words from it, returning soon. how soon? when is soon?

The edges of the paper were charred from the fire place, which had eaten up most of the note he had left for me.

maybe he was right. maybe it's better if we're apart.

Thr frostbite on my hands burned as I shivered. I closed my eyes, hearing his voice that was sweet like honeysuckle.

'Before the sunrises, I need you to give me all of you. It's the only part I'll have left of you. My last memory with you before we grow further apart than we shall ever be once more. I have more to say, but i'll write it in a note before i vacant.'

With that, I opened my eyes,frozen with tears. I had to find that note, now that we were farthest from close."