SKYLA.
The temperature has dropped a little, and I can hear the sound of gushing water.
No matter how tempted I am to take a peek, I won’t until he gives me his permission. I am super curious to know where that water is coming from. I can feel soft powdery snow beneath my feet, but somehow… it isn’t cold. It’s falling from the sky too…
Has he somehow transported me somewhere?
“Open your eyes.” He says,
I obey and it takes me a moment to realise we are still in my bedroom.
The walls are covered in ice and two waterfalls seem to be running. Soft snow is falling from the ceiling, which is covered in a mist and snow covers parts of the ground aside from where the river flows across the room, connecting the twin waterfalls.
My gaze falls to the bed where there are petal-shaped shimmer wh
