Siaв Snowman Apr 2026

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.

When the morning sun broke through the clouds, the snowman was gone. In his place was only a wet, shimmering patch of white, and the red scarf lying on the grass. SiaВ Snowman

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 knew they couldn't stay