This is how we first met. The moment I saw her, truly, deeply, I started cursing her spitting all over. She wouldn't say a thing. Watching me silently as if she knew how it all become a weak memory of mine. Maybe smiled a few times. No matter how I got angry, she wouldn't talk back, not even defending herself. 

"Elizabet," I whispered, leaning onto her very small ear. "I'm not like you. I don't feel like you. I will never understand you. You are Elizabet, not me." and stared as I couldn't help one tear to drop onto her lap. Her mesmerizing eyes followed it fell.

That time, that very time we got so close, I couldn't make her admit that all she was indeed rotten, she was the rotten pear I picked at home from the market knowing it wouldn't do any good to me but have it anyway.

Days have past talking to her, telling my deepest secrets, knowing that they would only come back to me. Yet, she was responding. I just knew she was responding. Even one day, she shared her deepest secret to me. A confession. A confession that I was waiting for my entire existence. A wrinkled photo fell from her back pocket. It was taken in a very snowy day, a very cold one apparently. Backyard of a stone house was covered with stepped snows with zigzag pattern. Zigzags crossing each other's way repeatedly, so that there were points that they couldn't be recognized.

"I see stepped snow, so what?" I asked her, not settling with only one photo.

She stared at me.

I looked at the photo once again.

"Stepped snow, it's all messed up, Elizabet? What do you want?"

Her mouth shaped as a flickering thin line as her eyes were watering.

I looked at it one more time. This time, real close.

"I see..." I managed to put out. " I see snow. The whitest one."

I started to sob, throwing everything I could reach at her. She wasn't even escaping. Fierce had sank into my hazel eyes turning crimson. I shattered a glass from the desk and picked the largest one. 

"I am not your fool, Elizabet."

My knees were shaking as if they were going to crumble on the solid ground.

"SAY SOMETHING."

I stabbed the glass right into her barely beating heart.

It was the last time I saw Elizabet. 

Before my own blood drown me on the numbing ground.