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EMILY’S POV.
I shook my head, trying to ignore the heavy nostalgic feeling. I was quick with the sausage, and pasta, and in a little time, it was all done.
It snowed all afternoon, and I wondered if it would ever stop.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” John asked, and I turned to see him behind me. I looked back, focusing on the glass wall. The beach was completely covered in snow, and the snowflakes reminded me of pretty white flowers.
“Yes, it is.” I replied, and he sat next to me on the blanket I had placed on the floor.
“Remember how much we both loved the snow.”
“I’d prefer if we stayed in the present, and avoid going to the past.”
“But I want to. I prefer we go back to the past when everything was perfect. Right now, we’re broken, just like the ice in the beach water. It wouldn’t hur
