Froslass

Froslass: Part 3

The next few days passed by quickly. Finally, it was the night of the wedding. I was to leave my house in the dead of night, long after my parents were fast asleep. I was going to wear my mother's wedding dress, which she had hung up in my closet because it had more space than hers. It was long and flowy, and it was pure white besides the sleeves, which had a gentle brush of light blue on the ends. An odd look to be sure, but it was likely my mother's attempt to put her own flare on it. I, however, was going to tie a red bow around my waste to add some warmth to my look.

With one last look at my room, I sighed and laid the letter I had written to my parents on my bed. In it, I explained where I would be going and what I was doing. I didn't want them to be too worried when they saw that I wasn't there in the morning, so I told them that John and I would be in Goldenrod City by the time they read it. I asked them to not be upset, even though I knew that was a lot to ask.

I crept down the staircase and stepped out into the night. I had pulled a coat over my dress because it was so cold. As I expected, no one was out this late at night.

I walked as fast as I could down Route 45 and into the forest. It was still lightly snowing, and I had brought a lantern from home with me to light my path. Once in the forest, it was thankfully a short walk to the entrance of Mt. Silver Cave.

I had finally made it. Now all I had to do was wait. The snow had picked up slightly during my walk, and I could vaguely see the icicles hanging over me from the trees. I started to shiver uncontrollably – it was awfully frigid.

I waited and waited, but John didn't come. At first I was worried, but then I was angry. John couldn't have been lost. We had come here dozens of times after meeting, and I knew he knew the path like the back of his hand. Had he deserted me? Why had he left me?

So yes, I was livid for a time, but then I was just tired. I had stopped shivering because it was so cold that I couldn't feel anything. I was fighting to keep my eyes open, and I could tell that I wouldn't be able to make the walk back home without falling asleep. Wrapping up in my coat as tightly as possible, I lowered myself into the snow and succumbed to sleep.