The story
Cold gives way, and grief starts to move.
She stands where winter still clings to the windows, watching the ice soften into runnels that slide down the glass like the tears she will not wipe away. The room is quiet except for the drip, drip, drip, and every drop seems to carry the weight of what stays frozen between two people. Then the last hard edge loosens, and she has to face what thawing leaves behind.
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Lyrics
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