Snowman — Siaв

In the quiet, icy silence of the backyard, Sia built him. He wasn't just any snowman; he was fashioned from the purest, softest snow of the season, with eyes made of black coal that seemed to sparkle with a quiet mischief and a long, orange carrot nose. She wrapped her own red woolen scarf around his neck and whispered a promise: "Don't ever leave me, Snowman."

He knew they couldn't stay. He looked at her one last time, his smile slightly crooked as his face started to melt, holding onto the memory of her warmth. SiaВ Snowman

For weeks, they were inseparable. The Snowman didn't just sit there. When the moon was high and the world was quiet, he would dance on his stick legs, turning in circles, leaving little twig marks in the snow. In the quiet, icy silence of the backyard, Sia built him

Sia brought him an umbrella to shade him from the sun, but she knew it was a losing battle. The snow was melting. The red scarf was getting damp. He looked at her one last time, his

As the sun began to shine a little warmer, the Snowman began to look worried. He saw the piles of snow shrinking, turning into puddles. He looked at Sia with his deep, dark coal eyes and felt his heavy snow-chest beat with fear. He didn't want to leave her.