Hey, Noah?”“Yes?” he says sweetly.“Why do you call me Snowflake?”He steps closer and runs one finger along my cheek, making my skin tingle in its wake. “Because you’re just like a snowflake. Beautiful and unique, and with one touch you’ll be wet.

It was forbidden and wrong on the most basic of levels. But in that moment, we gave zero fucks.

It's like when he walked out that door, he took some part of me with him.

Life wasn't all fucking sunshine and rainbows. Real life was hard.