The snow chaser

She would go for a walk in the snow first thing in the morning. Her country of origin wasn't a cold one and snow still fascinated her more than annoyed most of the people. She would wander the streets while the sun raised and people were waking up to have breakfast. She had little time left to live and she had decided to live however she pleased. She had been told that she was young and that it was worth trying the treatment, that it had a good success rate. But she would have none of it. She knew her time was done. She had no family to care for, her friends had ended up supporting her decision even if not sharing her views, and she had never had someone she could call her significant other. So she just decided to die.

From the day of her diagnosis, if not earlier, she had known that she wanted to live in the snow. She knew that snow wouldn't last forever, even this north, but neither would her and if she happened to last longer than the snow she could chase it around the globe.

Being in the snow meant being cold all the time, not that it bothered her much, though. She had been cold for years, cold in the outside and in the inside, her heart turned into an ice crystal. To her it made no difference wether it was summer or winter, it was cold all the same. And she embraced winter as an old friend, as it was when things died so they could be born anew. And even if she knew she wouldn't be reborn, she liked to think that from her death something better would appear.

She never talked to anyone, she didn't want to. For her it was all about her and the snow and her freezing as the rain does to create snowflakes. She didn't even speak the language and she had no interest in learning it. Anyway no one ever seemed to be interested into talking to the crazy woman who'd only get out of her house to walk in the snow while everyone else was still in their sleep.

She knew that the town-folk would have theories about who she was, what she was doing there and wether she was ever going to leave. "Well, they are going to be surprised the day they find me dead in the woods", she used to think. She had found the perfect spot. The place where she'd become a snowflake only when the snows melted.

However, the spring would came and she were still alive, so she would move to another place. Still, death seemed to resist taking her and the snows would come and go, and she wouldn't accomplish her desire of being buried in the snows. And then she knew that fate was cruel, denying her of what she wanted and giving her a second chance. Her who did not want to live.