And he was a snowflake; a pure and blameless little thing trying to just make it to a clear path through the icy fog, he was hurting and he knew it and I knew it. He had just been carefully molded and perfected and chiseled, he was one of a kind, he was one in a million. And I was the soulless concrete. He began falling for me and more often than not I would adore being fell for but I couldn't manage the strength to let him die without forewarning, he was too precious and rare. Therefore I warned him, I explained to him that everything that touched me eventually got destroyed, but he was so strong willed and furiously frigid, he knew what he wanted and he had no incentive to listen to me. All I could do was sorrowfully watch him submerge into his fate. Oddly, he looked so outstandingly beautiful in the air. And for a second, just a split second.. my heart went tipsy, I felt a jolt of ecstasy as he smiled that naive grin of his, I could have sworn he was a ballerina and Swan Lake was his birth song. He was centimeters away from me and I shut my eyes. I could not take seeing another pair of eyes look at me with misery and another pair of lifeless lips quiver with so many unanswered questions. It reminded me of the night before, how a man was gunned to his death and fell right onto me. It is the epitome of  heart wrenching to just feel their cold blood pouring in gallons onto me. But I soon opened my eyes and my snowflake was gone. I had killed him. Only if I could have been a little more colder maybe he would still be resting atop of me. But I did not cry, I had hopes we would make contact again in another season. Maybe he would come in form of a crisp orange autumn leaf or a summer raindrop. God, why did you make me so emotionless? I am only a surface to walk on and a dying bed. How fortunate the clouds are, they can cry anytime they want, I grow so weary of tasting tears. I am a worthless murderer.  
- JK