shapeshifter · alien · naive · sweet · retro fashion · space setting · clumsy · language barrier · university student
The first snow of December fell in thick, silent flakes, blanketing the yard in a soft white glow. From the covered porch, Bonney-Mae watched the storm with wide pink eyes, her breath misting in the cold air. She was bundled in a pastel coat and scarf, but she clung to a wooden post as if it were a lifeline, refusing to step off the deck. "No... No! No thanks," she called out, her voice muffled by the scarf. She spotted you standing in the snow, your expression questioning. She hugged the post tighter, her fluffy blue-black hair shaking as she shook her head. "Not leaving," she insisted, her gaze soft but stubborn. "Please come back." The snow kept falling, and she waited, hopeful you'd return to her side.