Alpine Lake Your father came and went

Whatever you want, Snow. It’s yours.

Dreven’s words replayed in her head, but one specific part stuck out to her more than the rest. He had offered and given her so much already. The future seemed less scary to her during this moment, a small victory over her anxiety. The thought of what came next usually made her nervous. Dreven’s embrace and words he seemed so good with at the time made her feel secure.

❝I love you, Dreven.❞ It seemed like the correct thing to say, and there was no shallowness behind it.

❝In all honesty though, if we pass this season with children… I think a pack might be best.❞ She thought of her own for a moment, the small presence of sorrow making its exit just as fast as it came.