The snow in this town always feels heavier than it looks. It blankets the rusted rooftops and quiet streets, swallowing every sound until all I can hear is the frantic, uneven beating of my own heart.
I look at the matching lock around his neck, the key sitting heavy against my own chest. It was supposed to bind us together forever. But as I watch the snow fall outside the window, I realize that love can sometimes be the most beautiful cage we build for ourselves. NANA Episode 5
What are you aiming for (angsty, romantic, or analytical)? The snow in this town always feels heavier than it looks