Chapter 40 Pure Chaos

• Bertha’s POV
• Winter… winter feels like I'm a spectater in a magic show. The snow plummets toward the earth with the grace of falling stars, covering the world around me in a surreal white. Each snowflake seems to dance in the air, right before settling down onto something. I watch it from my window like it is my first time because winter never seems too lose that spark of wonder. The frost frames the window like an artist’s delicate artwork, on his canvas.
• The forest beyond the cabin is blanketed in white. The trees are slightly weighed down, by the accumulation of snow. Wrenwood looks so peaceful like this, un-fucking-believable. It has no right to be this serene; looking like there’s no storm in my life, whereas, a night ago, it was pure chaos.