How My MC Is a Crabby Version of Me
"She also hated winter. She avoided saying the word, so sharp and laden as it was. It was bleak, unforgiving. The very nearness of it caused all plants and some animals to wither away to brown nothings months, weeks, beforehand. And then it fell upon the land like a curse, overriding the lukewarm air and penetrating the clouds with its frosty fury, instilling them with whirlwinds of white death that fell upon the land like innocence. Winter was irony like that. Scarlet didn’t speak its name."