That was the first thought that came to mind the first time she saw snow.

She raised her head skywards, gazing in awe at the white fluffy flakes falling gently from high above, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached for them.

“It’s the first snowfall of the year. Make a wish, but do not say it aloud if you want it to come true!” she heard a mother telling her child.

Closing her eyes, she clasped her hands together and, as the cool wind kissed her cheeks, wished silently that she would still be here the following year. That she would still be strong enough to resist the pull of the other world.