A white carpet of snow was covering absolutely everything except for the small figure lying on the ground. She stared at the sky patiently, feeling every snowflake's coldness when they hit her face. You wouldn't notice the quietude of her presence unless you were looking for it.
The white jacket made a good camouflage, making her nearly invisible. The sumptuous whiteness imposing itself in the limitless sky, overlaying everything else sometimes protecting sometimes ruining the beauty of things. Any color in the world had sank in the eye-burning colorlessness. But the girl stood still patiently staring at the pale sky.
Her camouflage was so good that when the man sat on the bench - that was almost as invisible as herself - he didn't notice the small figure. He was staring too at the whiteness until he saw her.
"Are you waiting?" He asked loud enough with a blank expression.
"Yes" She simply replied.
"Can I?" He asked for her permission.
Her silence meant she agreed with sharing her sky with him so he lied by her side. Even the wind was reserved, passing by only when she seemed to allow. The universe was hers, she was its master. Although the sky was quietly battling for control.
To him, the paleness above him was more tranquilizing than defying. A few moments passed and then his body was lighter, his fluids seemed to be flowing slower than usual. His freezing fingers didn't even bother. So he waited.
She didn't care much about his presence. He was a stranger, her world was strange to her... It didn't matter. Not anymore. So she waited.
The low sound coming from somewhere distant got lost in the immeasurable infinite. Every second closer making the floor tremble under their backs. Their bodies shaking as if a seizure had taken control of them. The whistle silencing the sounds of nature. The birds were right there, but their duet was mute. The wind was intense but wasn't whispering in their ears.
The monumental metallic structure rushing on its trails, the noise conducting their heart beats like it was its personal orchestra. The huge black figure flashing in a blur, anxious to meet them.
He held her hand.
Suddenly, his heart was racing.
She turned her head towards him.
The peaceful wait broken.
He read her lips: "don't look"
Was it the ground making him shake?
She closed her eyes.
And waited.
Both shaking more than ever.
Panic.
He didn't.
The sky staring down at the actors of its movie... Directing the whole scene.
It was over.
