Parker watched as the snow flakes slowly floated down from the sky. Debbie had been by earlier and had insisted on them making snow angels; Parker had been tempted but had declined, still they had laughed together. Debbie was growing up so fast that soon she wouldn't be playing in the snow anymore. *Maybe this was the last time already.*

The wind had started to collect the snow and fill up the angel. It felt like the world was losing its innocence along the disappearing figure. As darkness descended, she snuck outside and made a new angel right next to Debbie's. So that something would be saved.