Eva was looking through the open window, with a tired expression on her face. Her black hair fell down dirty along pale cheeks crossed by red scratches. Every breath she took was followed by a sad sigh and tears.
Outside, snow fell down gently, covering the world with its cold, quiet embrace.
The woman looked at the plants: they were dead and had lost all their beauty. The differences between her and them was that plants have a season in which they revive again, that comes every year, without any doubt; whereas Eva wasn't so certain of her own Spring.

Like a robot, she stood up and took her phone and an object hidden in a handkerchief. Dialling her voicemail she let words free in the air. Her hands were trembling.

"I'm sorry Eva; we can't see each other anymore."

Snow covered the garden, that garden which was so bright and green during spring. How sweet it would have been, to go out and feel the sun on the skin, instead of that cold that grabbed her.

"We're simply... Don't take it badly; it's not your fault..."

Words stabbed and hit her with violence. She tried to ignore them, she scratched her face trying to not listen to, she looked out of the window, but the white carpet on the ground didn't give answers. Flowers, little buds growing up, maybe they have the right replies, but they were buried in the depths.

"But it's like, you know... Well, I'm leaving you. It's finished."

Frozen air spread around those cold words full of misery, hate, regrets.
"How different would it have been", thought Eva, "to listen to these words in the spring wind! Would it have brought this voice to me?

"So... Have a nice day."

She didn't have the strength to laugh that pathetic attempt at kindness. Her tears were freezing.

Click. The message ended.

She threw the phone against the wall. Then, she grasped the object in the handkerchief laid on her legs.

Bang. Eva's life ended.