RoWen Matchmaking

New Year's Resolution♡

NOTE- THIS IS WHEN ROMEO AND WENDY ARE 16/17 AND IS IN NO WAY CONNECTED TO "ROWEN MATCHMAKING". I DID NOT FEEL LIKE PUTTING THIS IN A SEPARATE BOOK. SO PLEASE DO NOT GET CONFUSED WHEN THE NEXT CHAPTER IS SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. THANKS, HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEARS AND PLEASE ENJOY.♡
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Her boots were crunching in the freshly fallen snow, creating a trail of imprints with every step she took. Snow continuously falling, getting stuck in her dark blue hair and it slowly descended onto her shoulders.

She placed her palms out in front of her, facing the darkened sky. She had a small smile upon her lips as her gloves caught many unique snowflakes before melting soon after. The snow never ceased to surprise her.

As she was nearing her destination, it only seemed to get colder, but then again, it was late at night. Goosebumps were traveling all over her skin, mainly residing on her arms and bare legs.

Although she loved the snow, she despised the cold and the dress she was wearing wasn't helping either. Probably not the best attire she could have chosen to wear for this weather, but luckily for her, she thought of bringing a winter jacket, gloves, and a scarf.

The reason why she was out this late? She desperately needed some fresh air and maybe, just maybe try to forget her little chat she had with the other girls? She knew very well that she couldn't disremember it, but a girl can try, right? Maybe the walk could help with that issue, clear her mind.

She rubbed her hands together, pulling her scarf up to her mouth with her gloved fingers. She hoped it would somewhat warm her up.

As she truged through the new snow that was forming, the street lights around her were illuminating her surroundings, making the snow beneath her glisten and shine. The pond next to where she was walking by was already frozen and snow began to collect on top of the ice.

After a while, she lifted her hands off of her scarf and placed them in both of her pockets in the sides of her jacket. Her scarf returned to the original position, heat leaving her face.

She quickened her pace, needing to see him as soon as possible. She changed her mind, she was doing this no matter what, without any regrets. She thought that she could forget about it, but it's literally impossible now.

Once she got to the place, she forcefully pressed the doorbell, waiting patiently for him to answer. But alas, no one came to the door.

Dissapointed by this outcome, she sat on the steps leading up to house, not caring that all of the steps contained a thin sheet of snow layered on top of them. She buried her faced with her gloved hands, silently sobbing. She walked in the snow and negative degree weather for what? To ring a doorbell and have him not answer? She knew she should have--