Tears

It was a cold day in March; much to cold for the time of the year. Snow was gently falling outside the window; leaving frosty finger prints on the window. Eyes were filled with sadness as the cold slowly crept in, which of course meant even more sadness.
Monica never found the snow happy; she locked herself inside when winter came. And each year it was the same; lock herself indoors while her roomate constatnly worried.