Aana sits wrapped in a knitted blanket, her breath a whisper in the cool air. She gazes at the blank page, her pen hovering, heart aching with words unsaid. The world outside seems distant, muffled by snow and longing, as she fights the feverish ache that has settled in her bones.

Aana closes her eyes, remembering the beauty that haunts her dreams—the gentle curve of a smile, the effortless discipline that sets her apart. "I am sick, but not too severe," she murmurs into the silence, her voice trembling. "I want to be with you, to make a move, but I'm scared—you're just way too beautiful, and the world knows it too."

"All I can do is think, but I don't want to get obsessed. Now I am obsessed. Forgive me if I say something rude—my heart belongs to you, but sometimes I feel I don't even stand a chance," Aana writes, her words a plea. "No one is like you—a beautiful girl with beautiful discipline. Don't make male friends… you are just too good to be true."

"If we stay together, I promise it won't be for pleasure, but for love. And we promise we never leave each other's side till we die—not just swear, but mean it," she pens, tears threatening. "Is it just one sided? Am I blind? I am not that good looking, and I am aware of it. I want to ask—am I attracted to you? If yes, please, please stay with me. If not, it's okay, since I have survived many rejections with a smile and anger before."

Aana[/@ch_1]'s tired face. The room is quiet, the only sound the steady scratch of her pen.] "But I swear, no one is going to love you like I will. If you don't want to get intimate, I am fine with that—all I want is you, and you only. Not your body, but more than that. I am willing to give you a soul of mine," she writes, her resolve strengthening. "This world is cruel. We may fight, we may want to leave, we may never want to see each other. So promise me—no matter what we face, we will survive."

Aana[/@ch_1] sets her pen down, her heart lighter, her hope reborn.] "I love you from the bottom of my heart, and I hope it's not just one-sided. Oh darling, I hope you stay safe—I will never blow away your wind. For now, we are not ready yet. Let the winter go away, and see if we are ready. Life is too small to worry—I promise I will make a move when I am ready for you." The words, at last, feel enough. She closes her notebook, watching the snow begin to melt, as if spring waits just beyond the window.