Genevieve

As Genevieve crossed the threshold and the door closed behind her, the chaos that existed on the other side of the wall immediately vanished, like an apparition. The snow was falling in that special silent sort of way, each flake landing just so, striking the perfect chord in Genevieve 's heart. This moment is the one she needed, the one her soul had been searching for. As the uniqueness of each crystalline structure made an imprint on her heart, reality began to sink in like her foot into the previously virgin snow as she took each step. She wasn't going back. This was the moment she knew. All doubt erased by the purity around her. She couldn't allow that kind of treatment in her life any longer. She wouldn’t know who she was if she did, and she couldn’t afford to lose any more of herself to this place. With this revelation fresh, each step sprung forward with a newly found levity. She felt her stride hasten as her determination to start her new life took hold of her actions. If one were to have looked out a window of a third story apartment nearby, one might have noticed the change in the imprints left behind before they were summarily forgotten by the idealistic wintry scene. Just as Genevieve became this person, the one she had dreamt of, her phone buzzed in her pocket. When she picked it up, she was delivered a blow that changed her world irreparably.