Margret walked with Thomas to Maple street, his shovel in one hand, her other hand free. The snow was piling up so high, the two of them were lifting their legs like a marching band to make it through the snow. They were only two blocks away from their destination, when Margret could feel her open hand going numb. She tried to hide it in her jacket, but snow had soaked right through her black mittens. She yelled in agony, dropped the shovel, and used her shaky hands to rip off the wet mitten. Her purple hands were throbbing. Thomas quickly reached for Margret's hand, and wrapped both of his hands around hers. "Are they getting warmer? " he asked. His hands were warm like a fireplace. She felt the blood return to her hands. She smiled. "Thank you, T-Thomas", Margret said, shaking in the cold. "You look so cold, take my gloves". Thomas removed his heavy duty gloves to put on Margret. "N-no, Thomas, I don't need your g-gloves ", Margret said, confused on why Thomas was doing this for her. "I insist! Please! Take them! ".
She slowly took the gloves from him. "Th-thanks" Margret said. Just to keep her warm, Thomas held her hand until they reached maple street.
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Frozen Heart
RomanceMargret is your average 15 year old, who has an undying love for neighbor boy, Thomas. How will Margret make her daydreams become reality?
