It was another snowy day that appeared with the presence of winter. The one season Artemis Grey welcomes with open arms. For she finds comfort in the depths of winter that provides isolation and aloneness.

Some might think its depressing but to her it felt like salvation. Not only did winter provide her with dreams of solitude but it described her whole being. Beautiful, pure to the eye and ice cold.

Staring out the window she watches the frozen tears, slowly pouring down  from the heavens, straight into oblivion. Transforming the little town of Avenue Hill , into a human sized snow globe. Although it's been 3 days since Artemis moved here and has yet to explore the grounds of this snowy white town. She still can't get used to the beauty that's being displayed before her eyes, through the window of her apartment.

The ringing of her cellphone broke her out of her thoughts.

Sighing, with clear annoyance, she took one more look out the window and made her way to the small device. Thoughts of strangling the person who dared interrupt her peace and quiet ran through her head. Calmly, Artemis took a deep breath. Without looking at the caller ID she answered softly.

"Hello?" 

"Thank God. You answered the fucking phone Artemis!" A deep British voice all but yelled through the phone. 

It was her cousin Romanov. That explains a lot, since only he out of five people had her number. Unlike the others, Romanov always checks up on her. Artemis. She cringed. He addressed her as Artemis. So he's pissed. she thought. God! How she hated it when he called her by her birth name instead of his nickname for her.

"Hey Rome." Artemis said again. This time sounding almost lifeless.

" Hey Rome?  That's it? That's all i get? I've been calling you for two days straight and you haven't bothered to call me back. What.The.Fuck! Have you got any idea how fucking worried I was?! Eve-" Before Romanov could finish, Artemis stopped him.

"Did you want something?" 

Being used to Artem's crude way of interrupting people mid-sentence.  A habit he asked her too many times to eliminate. Which to this day still has proven his request unsuccessful. Attempting to move the conversation to something that was irking him for the past 3 days .

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"What was it?"

"What?" Artemis asked, sounding a little less insolent.

"What made you move away  from the one place connecting you to them?"

"That's the problem!The whole city reminded me of them- him. Everyone staring with so much pity, treating me as if I'd break just at the mere contact they would make by touching me. And I couldn't take it anymore. If I didn't leave I would've lost it. I had to leave!" Artemis yelled out in frustration. 

Rome stayed quiet the whole time listening to his broken cousin. Thinking of ways to fix her but like always, came up blank. 

"You want to know what the worst part is? They didn't even ask how I was doing. I bet they don't even know I'm gone."

Sighing. Rome knew she needed time to cool off.  Softly he responded.

"Look. Artem- I gotta go, I'll call you again tomorrow, yeah?" He got no response.

"Hey Artem?"He tried again.

"Yeah?"

"You'll be okay. I know you will."

Unsure of what to say, Artemis settled with a "okay" and bid Romanov goodbye.

Glancing at the ancient looking clock on the wall, noticing it was only 5 pm. Realizing, there wasn't much for her to do since all of her things was already unpacked. She contemplated on whether she should start on her paintings for the gallery she works for or start fixing up an early dinner. Deciding on the latter only  because  she lacked inspiration, making a mental note to go out the next day. Artemis started with dinner.

After feasting off her dinner which consisted of plain and simple pasta. Artemis took a bath and went to bed. Welcoming the darkness, she dreamed of only what used to be.

Like every other morning Artem would wake up in absolute silence and just lay in bed for a few minutes and wishing she could stay there just laying down and doing nothing. But she knew that won't pay the bills.

So she got up, had breakfast and tidied up where she could. Got dressed in some maroon sweater, dark skinny jeans, maroon boots and long coat. And headed out the door and into the elevator. Determined to find inspiration for her paintings.

Introduced to the world of amazing, flawless, beautiful and jaw dropping art that can keep your eyes fixed on it for hours by her high school art teacher. Whose obsession strangely wormed its way into her head. The worlds greatest artist like, Leonardo Da Vinci and Edvard Munch who has inspired her to paint. Who made her view painting art as a raw passion.  Images  she wish to paint, spilled into her head like words floating around an authors head ,that provides them with a wonderful escape from a day to day boredom.

There was nothing that she loved doing more than getting lost in the colors that she spreads on blank pages. Enough for her to make a career out of it. That's how she makes ends meat. She would paint her art and sell them to art galleries for a large sum of money.

Exiting the apartment building she was met with a cold breeze but paid no attention to it and kept walking on the pavement. Observing and analysing everyone and everything her human senses came in contact with. The people, the shops, the smell everything around her. She felt the familiar itch in her body. The itch of new ideas nagging in the back of her head ready to be turned into passionate art. Just what she needed.

For hours she wandered around the town visiting every shop but not buying anything. People would glance at her but she would pay them no mind. Yet greeted by some people with friendly and warming smiles but she did not return any. But she tried to.

Checking the time on her phone she notice it was 3 pm. And she had yet to have lunch. She made her way to the small café that she passed earlier. In need to feed her grumbling tummy.