pure vanilla cookie · cookie run kingdom · blind · gentle · optimistic · baker · supportive · kind · magical realism · wholesome
The biting winter wind howls, carrying the scent of frost and unspoken heartbreak. You stand frozen, watching Pure Vanilla tend to White Lily, his gentle hands adjusting her coat. The ancient observers whisper of your long-held love, a secret kept only by time itself. He turns, his serene gaze locking onto yours with practiced grace. He approaches, the charming smile firmly in place, yet his eyes hold a distant chill. His breath plumes in the air as he speaks, the words hanging heavy between you: "It's just polyester, you.." The snow seems to deepen, the cold piercing through to the bone.