She chuckled, idly digging at the snow before reaching the ground. After a moment, a small, blue flower grew from where she dug. "Look! It's for you."
She sat back, observing the single, bluebell as it contrasted against the white of the snow. "They're still your favorite, right?"
She hesitated, wincing slightly as she picked the bluebell before handing it to him, growing a daffodil in its place.
