Xio stared, amazed. She bit her lip, watching with a small smile. Maybe winter wasn’t so bad. Everyone in that little world of snow seemed to be so happy, so ready to actually live and breath. she studied the scene, wondering if he had imagined it up himself.
“Thank you…” She murmured, watching a couple move together across the ice. Such a sweet scene. Such a wonderful way to spend time together. She gave the couple names and stories, imagining how they’d talk to each other, how they’d speak and walk. She made up stories and names for each snowy character. Their life became so much more real to her. Like it should be. Through those little people, she could feel something other own numbness.
“It’s pretty.” She commented, pointing to a family. “It’s giving me ideas for characters like these people. Irene and Thomas, struggling to pay rent. Their kids are Grayson, the eldest teen, Marylyn the small girl, and Dean, the smallest boy. They all have ice skates and yet nothing else.” She laughed softly, more at herself. “I’m such a strange person. I’m selfish enough to only think about myself but I use characters to hide from myself. How can you both hide from yourself and only want to look after yourself?”