I want to cage you within this frostbitten embrace where the world cannot reach you. Where the bloom of spring cannot tempt you. Where you are mine... and only mine. Yet, you were never meant to stay in winter's hold. You are bound to the eternal dance of growth and rebirth. You are the delicate bloom of spring's first thaw. And I am the death that follows. You burn so brightly. I want to be your flame. Yet, I am the frost that cracks your edges. That is why some stories must remain unfinished. No final chapter. No resolution.