Gloves, Doves And The Snow

"quick! quick! you have to see this!" he yelled, fur coat flying behind him as his shiny locks of brunette hair raced away in slow motion, running and running, until he reached a metal gate.
the sight of it made me shudder, for it bought back painful secondary school memories, the same smell of lynx deodorant and vomit in the rain. he gazed back at me with a chiseled smile, beckoning me over with fur lined gloves.
my does eyes became sleepy.
he put his right arm around my shoulder, in a close yet distant fashion, i could feel the electricity of excitement running through him.
"if we clear this field and go over those shrubs, we'll be in Heaven."
"Heaven? As in, Heaven where you go when you die?"
he nods, his teeth nearly as white as the snow.
"But why would we want to go there yet? We're both still so young..." I felt weak at the knees, and my blonde hair picked up on the wind.
"But we're already dead. It's regret and remorse you feel! We've been wandering and searching too long for this."
He climbs the gate and I climb too. The light over the horizon grows brighter and brighter, and I see weathers on the wind, doves amongst them-

and i now see the snow for what it is.