The End

The sun rose early on that winter day, though the mountain shadows lingered, holding onto the dark crevices and outcroppings as if reluctant to share the secrets of the previous night. The contrast of white snow and black rock gave the mountain a certain ethereal blue-gray glow that at once was inviting yet ominous. It's sheerness made one marvel at the vastness of the world all the while feeling helpless and vulnerable.

At the base of the mountain, the cafe once again settled into a quiet rhythm despite the happenings of the winter season. The loss of Pierre and Michelle was devestating at the onset but the bustle of tourists and the everyday customers at first iced over and then eventually clouded the past memories from the front of their minds, pushing them into the back of their conscience until Pierre and Michelle were nothing more than a warm memory and a feeling of emptiness.