Hey. They call me everyman. I guess because every man turns to ice or because every man saves up all his little deaths to be spent in one long, dying year. Or something. I don't know what people see me as.

" 'Like sands through the hourglass...', " I murmur onto the glass of the window, slightly smiling. My breath fogs and blends with the white gleam of snow outside. I wipe it away with the back of my hand so that I can see our snowman, on the hill.

Hank and I built it. Or rather, I did the building and Hank decorated. It was different between us, from before, but that's okay because everything's different, always. When we finished, he asked me what I wanted to name the snowman, and I think he expected me to name it Jeremy, after the guy who died. But I just shrugged and we left it like that.

None of us have names anyway, I figure.

We're all just a collection of moments. We meet and are always meeting, and leaving. I love you -- and if I didn't really, it wouldn't matter, because the pain doesn't really leave you any worse off than the good stuff -- and we all melt in the springtime anyway. Or something.

These are the days of our lives.

"It's a party! In the theme garden!"

All stories are by Alestar, or Lise. No, they didn't start out a series. Well, they're not really a series now. But they fit. Somehow. It's the same Bobby.

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