Published on 2011117, among newborn babies.

Her frozen fingers touched the flame, trying to feel alive. She can really feel the warmth, but if the candle is rejected by her, it is a kind of cold and hot. She frowned and put out a small flame.

Her arms have changed from cold to red, and her short long-sleeved shirt can't protect her from freezing temperatures. The winter air grabbed her arm and made her ache, but she didn't mind. She knows she should put on her coat. It's winter in Connecticut, but it may be abandoned. She fought the cold, refused to step down and got her coat from life. In this tree, her old friend is haunted at home.

She looked at the candle, the wick was still smoking, surrounded by hardened wax. She laid her finger gently on the warm green wax. This candle is in the house to remind her of her life, and she needs to go back to her last life.

She had this candle when she was a child. In this gorgeous art film, she spent all her time under her own name. Texture and lovely design, crystal bracket, caught her attention. Nim bought her candles.

She gave it to her mother, Mother's Day. Her mother forced a smile and put it on the shelf. "This is very beautiful honey. If it is correct, I will put it here. " Think about it, candles, and then never touched, never lit, sitting on a messy shelf, no one can see the dust flying.

Now, she knows that her mother doesn't like candles and crystals, and she doesn't like the judge who signed her father's divorce papers.

Now the candle has been blown out by the dark and cold air. The snow on the ground is lighter at night, not to mention the first snow before. She likes to stay in the dark just because it can't protect her from light. The girl I like has been taken a look at by her former good friend. Nobody knows whose child she is. There seems to be no way to make her feel better from her tutor's endless worries.

"If it is usually night", "If I can protect myself from the earth, not only now but forever", she asked herself.

1 It's outside tonight. No one believes that everyone can spend the night. It's night now, and even the boy who plays video games is asleep. To be exact, even if its unfinished report is due to sleeping on his desk, scholars can observe it tomorrow. She is a loner all over the world and loves it. As she leaned against the branch, she heard a voice. She heard footsteps, broke the best ice in the snow layer and trudged on her. She once adjusted her eyes for a long time at night to see a number, more than ten yards away. He walked towards the property of the white fence and the appropriate road edge. Usually, she will ignore this person and stay in her branch to get in touch with people far away, but this number has always been one of his things. He trudged along against the white fence with some kind of box on his back. This number reaches the fence and opens an object.