Untold Stories Of The Unkown

Wandering in Winter Wonderland

I head out into the winter wonderland, where the clouds are still drizzling the city with snow. I had to get out of my house, just to get away from the dark whispers. It's corrupting my mind, ever since I found out that my parents had a divorce, and my boyfriend is trying to cling onto the very edge of the cliff. I was already at my wit-ends with him; because he keeps promising that he'll talk to me. He's on a business trip in Saudi Arabia, and typically, he's always busy. As for my parents, my father had cheated on my mother with another woman. I thought they were happy together, but I realized they're not. I know for a fact that they had an unhealthy relationship for the longest time. However, it was very subtle, but not too subtle. It's just that my father was just being a jerk and all. From what I'm feeling right now, I feel hurt and disgusted. It feels like I lost my trust towards everybody. Why can't everything always be perfect, as it used to be?

As I walk down the city sidewalk, I lean against the pole; my head resting on it while I'm looking down at the gray, stony floor. Then, I take my attention towards the window, where I hear laughter and excitement going on. It's inside the cobbled stone apartment. I look through the window, and a group of people are gathered around, in one big table. They seem so happy together. No one was sharing fists or profane words. All they do is just share laughter and excitement that's going around, in their perfect, little apartment. I'm jealous right now, because this joyful family is having a good time while I'm not.

I smiled a bit, but then sighed as I walk ahead. The cold air didn't sting my face, since I've been through enough. I've now grown to the bitter distaste of trust. Finally, I stopped in front of an Irish pub. It looks enticing, but I don't know if I really want to go there. It looks alright, but I might not cheer myself up if I'm going to sit alone, and drink. Then, I spot a man with jet, black hair. He seems alone tonight, and I can see he has the same feeling that I'm going through. He wears a grass green, navy jacket, black shirt, and jeans. The man with jet-black hair is looking down at his glass of beer that is half full. Then, he caught my gaze, as he looks up. I flinched since he notices me. More importantly, his purple eyes are illuminating, which I feel like I'm in a trance. He is pretty cute and innocent, I would say. As I smile at him, the man with jet-black hair smiles back, and waves me over to his table. I was really surprised that he's inviting me over to his table. My heart is pounding a bit, but with excitement. Well I shouldn't waste time, on this precious moment. So I head inside the bar, and my heart is warm and no longer cold.