One Shots ; D.H

This dance

WARNING: none
(play song as you read)

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Snow is your favorite thing ever. It's white powder look, but cold, rough texture is so satisfying. London snow is the best kind of snow too.

The buildings are already old and antique but imagine it covered with small layers of snow. Absolutely stunning!

Sadly you are stuck in a meeting room with nothing but a small window in the corner to show you a few falling flakes and a white sky. Nothing more, nothing less.

You've been paying attention to the window more than what your fellow work mates have been discussing with you. Oops.

"And that, I promise you, is how we're going to boost our sales. I guarantee it!" A loud slam of a ruler on the table makes you snap your head towards the person presenting.

Behind him is a chart full of numbers and graphs and other boring stuff that makes you want to pry your eyes out with a spoon. Ugh, you decide to ignore it.

You turn your attention back to the window, but notice something out of the corner of your eye. Beside you, Dan, another coworker of yours, is staring out the window too.

His gaze turns to you and a hint of a smile is evident on his lips as he winks, returning his gaze to the winter wonderland that is the sky.

Your cheeks immediately heat up. He must've seen you not paying attention to the lecture.

Dan has worked at the facility just as long as you have. He's always seemed kind of cute to you but you've never had the guts to really talk to him at any social events that this job has offered.

But oh well.

You hear the last few breaths of the presenter and suddenly feel excited.

"Thank you all for participating this evening. You are free to go home."

You bolt from your chair immediately and beat everyone out the door.

Your cubicle is right around the corner and you make it there in a matter of seconds to collect your things.

Normally you trudge to the elevators, sulking in your own self pity for not finding a better, more interesting job, but today you are determined.

You get into the elevator alone and press the top level, which happens to be the floor that gives access to the roof.

Rarely do you ever go up there, but there had been a few instances where you needed somewhere peaceful to cry. Like when your boyfriend dumped you, or when your uncle died.

Last Christmas, you brought a bottle of tequila with you and counted down the minutes until the next dreadful year came.

Okay, maybe you do find yourself up there a lot.

Today was different though. As soon as you reached the top floor, you got off and went down the hall and to the ladder that leads to a hatch to the roof.

Twisting the handle, you pop it open and snowflakes immediately fall upon you. You smile in delight as you push yourself up.

Every time you go through that hatch, you're taken back by how beautiful the city is. It looks 100x as candid as usual. You can see Big Ben across the street, fairly close, and the water looks especially cold this evening, and even the London Eye can be seen in the distance.

If you could live up here for the rest of your life, you would. But watching all the people go by from below makes you feel bad for yourself. You're very young and have already gotten yourself stuck in a boring office job.