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New York.

A/n : had a tiny little wlw blurb thought, lmk if this is any good please! Constructive criticism welcome x

Ps, if anyone can please tell me how to make those little 3 photo borders its massively appreciated 🤍

Snow falls in hurried gusts, billowing through the city streets in icy trellis. Lights flicker off the flakes, illuminating the stormy twilight overhead. Artificial rays flood the roads; billboards, headlights and streetlamps all rebounding off the snowy ground. Fresh snowfall covers footprints, the only nod to human life being the joyous giggles and shouts of pleasure. Heavy winds batter against the boisterous banners, the light incredibly obnoxious for the late night. Warm white headlights spin and cast around as weary drivers take corners at a snails pace. Pillars beam down, vain posters stuck on there; loud and selfish yet so quiet and thoughtful. Lamps wear hats of pristine white, captained and tall as they stand. The concrete is encased in a crisp blanket, interrupted harshly by the footfalls if those braving the blizzard.

Bundled up in woollen shoals, coats hugged closer to courageous bodies. Snow clumps onto boots, crunching underweight as we walk. Hand in gloved hand, laughter ricocheting off sky-high walls. New York is stunning; the mood, the people, the life. My hand clutches her's, my own fingertips turning blue as she slips my gloves on too. Snowflakes glitter around us, falling down like blessed angels as we dance, skip and hop down the sidewalks. Scarves knotted around our necks, my burgundy complementing the rose fabric woven around her neck. Fleecy fabric tucked into our winter coats, my own hoodie an extra layer as it falls over her frame. Her hair coils and curls, jolting and bouncing as she dances to the silent disco of New York. Her hand tugs mine, eyes locked securely with me as she spins and twirls, enjoying the blizzard.

The city is massive and terrifying, but here, in the depth of winter, it is peaceful. Here, in the depth of a blizzard, it is heavenly. Here, in the depth of New York, it is ours.

Here, in our bubble, she is mine.

And I am forever her's.

New York is New York.

It is all and nothing simultaneously.

It is home.

Because she is here.