Kaita's Secrets

Fated meeting

Bare feet pushed their way through a road covered by fallen snow. Kaita ignored the scorching fire inside of her lungs and dashed down the frosted path. He's going to kill me, Kaita thought, certain that he was breathing down her neck. She knew that she couldn't stop. Pausing, for even a second, would be the difference of her surviving the night. 

Snowflakes fell harshly from the sky, slicing Kaita's skin and impairing her vision. However, she managed to spot an object in the distance. It was an old sign, veiled with a sheet of snow. Letters were etched into the oak board, but Kaita was too far to read it. She mustered up every  bit of energy she had left and rushed towards the sign. Once Kaita was near, she knew that she was safe. He wasn't allowed to trespass on that sort of land.

" Welcome to Quinsten. Population: 4,198," Kaita uttered, dropping to the ground afterwards. The  snow cushioned her fall and provided her with a soft place to rest. A  mumble of muted words escaped Kaita's lips and lingered in the frigid air. Wrapped within a blanket of frost, she closed her eyes and let the snow envelope her.
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Noel felt especially uneasy that day. Sitting in Cho's Coffee shop, he swiftly turned his head and stared out of the frosted window. The weather reporter repeatedly warned the townspeople that they shouldn't venture outside during the blizzard, but Noel brushed it off, knowing that it would disturb his routine. Every Friday night he sat alone at Cho's Coffee shop while he drew in his sketchbook and drank bitter coffee. Noel was never one to accept an unfavorable situation, so he decided that he wouldn't let mother nature ruin his plans.

But maybe I shouldn't be here, he thought, anxiously chewing at the eraser of his pencil. His sharp teeth pierced through the pink rubber, and his slender fingers repeatedly ran through his ivory colored hair.

Noel had been in a state of paranoia from the moment he'd woke up that day, however, he had no clue as to why he was feeling nervous. He distracted himself by adding the finishing touches to a drawing that he had been working on for a few days; it was a picture of a girl running in the woods. The girl was a character that he constantly drew. He didn't know why he liked drawing her so much, but it comforted him whenever he drew the girl.

Her hair looked like flickering fire that danced in the frosty air, and she wore a white summer dress, which wasn't suited to be worn on a snowy day, but Noel thought that it suited a girl who radiated so much heat.

" Noel, the shop is about to close," a soothing voice said. The jittery boy snapped out of his daydreams and looked up at the speaker. Noel recognized him as Cyril, a tall boy with shoulder length golden blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes. Cyril was the type of guy that everyone liked. Even Noel, a boy who couldn't tolerate anyone, had nothing rude to say about the charming barista. Cyril looked at Noel, waiting for a response but was met with a stiff silence.

" The snow hasn't stopped yet. I can give you a ride if you..."

" No," Noel harshly interrupted. He hastily packed up his belongings and dropped the money on the table.

"But thanks," he muttered, leaving the warm coffee shop.

He shoved his chilled hands into the pockets of his onyx-colored trench coat and marched through the ankle deep snow. Making his way past the Quinsten public library, he noticed the lamppost flashing on and off. Noel briefly paused to stare at the defected light. Just as he was about to dismiss it, every lamppost in his vicinity rapidly flickered until they all stopped in a synchronized manner. 

"Creepy," Noel whispered.

He briskly walked down Edmund road and paused upon reaching the corner. He was supposed to make a left, but the wind harshly blew at him, pushing him the other way. Noel looked to his right; it was the way towards the town's entrance. There wasn't anything there besides an oak sign and a couple of hiking trails, but he had plenty of time to waste. He decided to take the right.

Noel wasn't surprised when he saw nothing. It was as if the world had been painted in white. Staring at the blank canvas, he noticed that it wasn't so blank after all. There was a splatter of red in the snow. Noel squinted his eyes and realized that it was a lock of hair, velvety red hair to be exact. He kneeled down to examine the hair and was surprised when he couldn't pull it off the ground. Noel brushed away at the pile of bulky snow and was startled once he saw a girl's face. She seemed oddly familiar, but he knew that he hadn't met her before.

Noel swept off more snow from the girl's body and was in complete awe. She was gorgeous. Her deep red hair contrasted sharply with her alabaster skin, and her lips were a soft rose color. Noel brushed a finger across her flushed cheeks and was perplexed when he felt that her skin was warm. Warm, he thought, furrowing his eyebrows once seeing her white summer dress. It was then that he realized why the girl seemed so strangely familiar. He had seen her before; she was the girl from his drawings.  

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