"It's snowing today, isn't it?"

The white haired boy walked out of the Whammy's House with three men in black around him, heading the big car in front of him.

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The last time she would ever see him.

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"It was snowing today, indeed."

He had come into Whammy's House in a day like this. Pure, white snow everywhere and he was like a little walking snowflake himself. She would watch him entering the house from that enormous, blurry window on the second floor.

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"Why do you have to go?"

And again… after becoming almost friends, he would go away.

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… Silence …

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"Will I ever see you again?"

Like the first day she had met him. She was again at that enormous window on the second floor, watching his blurry image walking away, not even having the courage to say 'goodbye' to him.

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"When it snows again."

The end.

Author's Note: Ok, I know it might be a little … weird, 'cause I am no good in writing … poetry(?) So, just to help you, the italized are Linda's memories of a previous conversation with Near and the rest are the reality. Thanks a lot for reading! Reviews are always welcome~

Nero-chan out~