Frost

She walked towards me and I didn't know what to do. My hands tensed and all the hairs at the back of my neck stood. I walked back. Surprised and startled. She hadn't noticed me yet.

But I noticed her.

Her light chestnut waves, the freckles sprinkled on her skin. I was at awe. Then again when wasn't I. She made my heart pound and my mind blank.

I stood there waiting and watching. Just looking from a distance never having anything to prove my worth. Why would I even think to try.

She wouldn't of liked the cold.

She stood there in front of me.

Puzzled.

Trying to figure it out. What was she looking at? I turn to see.

No one there.

She reaches for me and I jump back. That was the closest she had ever gotten to me, I don't know why but if I could blush I would have.

She tried again.

I jumped back. Her hand falters and finally fell, landing by her side. Shaking her head frustrated.

She walked right through me.

The pain began. Sudden and horrid the feeling of nothing.

I turned to her as she continued with her bag shaking, hugging her body. Attempting to protect herself from the cold.

I left, following her tout suite.

I know that she can't see me but that doesn't mean that I can't see her.