A fallen snowflake, a fallen kiss before death comes

Their lips mould together like they used to do eight years ago. It's Jenny who pulls away from the kiss this time when she needs to breathe. She smiles a little as she leans her forehead against his and simply stares into his eyes as snow continues to fall around them, landing in her hair.

"Merry Christmas, Jethro." She says thickly before she turns around and walks away from Jethro for the second time in her life.