There was almost nothing heard. A faint chirping of some sparrow far away was the only sound ringing through the valley. That, and my heart striking the walls of my chest with a ferocity that made me dizzy.
Blue was all I saw. All I felt.
Blue and white and silver and the stinging of snowflakes as they hit the outer corners of my eyes.
And there was cold. But a good cold. The best cold that I'd ever experienced. It was a cold that surrounded me, embraced me. It lifted my thoughts up and spun them around slowly.
And when my eyelashes fluttered open and I leaned back, back from those lips of his, the cold lingered there in my mind, my heart, my soul.
Then those eyes looked right into mine and lit up with a smile. The sight made almost me sway with faintness.
It can be said my first kiss with him was nothing like I expected. I didn't think I'd like it, didn't want to like it.
But, and this I swear on my life, I've never liked anything as much as I liked that first kiss.
He speaks then.
"How was that?"
"You... how was what?"
"The kiss. Was it okay?"
"Jackson."
"Yes?"
"I hate you."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
"Can I kiss you again?"
"Never."
And then I couldn't help but throw my arms around the boy and oh my lips were on his again and there was that cold except this time much stronger.
That was the day I decided not to look back.
That was the day I ran.
That was the day Jackson ran with me.
Lately, we run faster than ever before.
