I Hated Winter
A tragic love story where a cold-hearted narrator finds warmth in another, only to lose them in a devastating accident.
Each sentence was submitted separately and chosen by community vote before the next one could be written. Nobody knew how it would end.
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The biting cold was unbearably irritating to me, for I feared I might freeze solid at any moment.
The truth was, it was because I was never warm enough myself—I was like the winter I despised, while you were warm.
I will never forget when your body heat melted my cold hands.
And I will never forget for the rest of my life the moment your warmth froze over, becoming as cold as death.
What remains most vividly in my memory is when our film club went to a small snowy village to shoot a movie.
That was the first time I held your hand, and I had never felt hands with such tender warmth before.
Since tenderness was new to me, I didn't want to let go of your hand—I kept wanting to hold it again and again.
But soon it grew cold. The warm you pushed me away and was struck by a car instead.
The snow that had been where you collapsed was robbed of your warmth and became water, and I was drenched in tears.
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