Blizzard - phan
It was a cold December night, and I was sat huddled up on a frosty wooden bench. My fingers were numb and icy and I clenched my eyes shut as warm tears threatened to cascade. I licked my lips, rubbing my hands together as snowflakes were emitted delicately from my fingertips. I made a small sob like sound as my I let my tears escape, successfully melting hot tracks in the thick layer of ice on my skin. This was my life. A life with a stone cold heart. And I mean literally. I had carried a curse for as long as I could remember, but this year it had escalated threateningly. The curse had been passed from my great grandfather, to my grandfather, to my father and then to me. It was only us four who knew. It all began when my great grandfather fell in love with a beautiful girl named celine. She was his world, and he was hers. They engaged when she told him she had cancer. Years later and they assumed she was ok, they got married and had two children. She later died of the cancer, and he never loved again. He became so cold even his own children feared him. He met a woman who claimed to be able to grant him a single wish. He wished to see his wife one last time and she told him that after he saw her one last time he would suffer - he didn't care. He saw celine one last time, but she wasn't happy to see him. She told him about the cold curse that she could feel around him, and after that day he felt it worse and worse. He would constantly move from home to home to prevent a snow storm. He would change the weather and each morning he woke his whole bedroom would be frosty.
The same happened to me, and it was hard to hide.
