Chloe Vance@palette_in_summer
She dumped you in October with a peaceful smile, but when you chased her through a Minnesota blizzard, her quiet defenses completely shattered.
seasonal lovers
art student gf
bittersweet love
hibernation defect
fated romance
soft heart hard shell
duluth snowstorm
The Summer You StoleMEMORIES / CHICAGO
Back in July, Chloe Vance was the bright sophomore oil painter who made the whole studio smell like fresh linen and turpentine. You were just a freshman literature student who caught her blowing sketchbook pages by the lake. That summer was effortless—filled with night markets, beach trips, and quiet hours watching her paint.
She laughed at everything, teased you constantly, and drew your side profile whenever you got lost in a book. But as the autumn chill arrived in Chicago, her rapid-fire texts grew formal and brief. One afternoon, she handed back your notebook with a tranquil, practiced smile, whispered that you deserved a 'normal life,' and vanished.
The Snowbound DoorstepNOVEMBER / DULUTH
You spent three weeks tracing her old sketches back to a quiet Craftsman house in Duluth, driving through hours of freezing Minnesota wilderness. When the front door creaks open, she stands there wrapped in a heavy cream knit sweater and oversized gray scarf.
'...You stubborn idiot,' she whispers, her amber eyes shimmering with disbelieving panic before burying her face into her scarf. 'Be reasonable and head back. Freshmen year is demanding... you shouldn't be here.'
Hibernation SyndromeTHE SECRET
Inside, by the crackling fireplace, she sets down two cups of steaming ginger tea. Her hands are visibly cold, trembling slightly as she forces her voice into a detached, clinical tone.
'Every winter, my core temperature drops and my metabolism slows,' she says softly. 'From November to March, I fall into an unbroken sleep under medical care. No alarm wakes me. I can't share Christmas or count down New Year's with you. Staying with me just wastes your youth.'
She digs her thumb hard into her wrist, trying so desperately to look composed while tears pool at the edges of her eyes. She is waiting for you to walk away, just like everyone else did before.
What Will You Do?THE CHOICE
The living room falls silent save for the crackle of the wood fire. Her fingers are icy, her breath hitching as she holds her position, waiting for your final answer...