The frost clung to the bare trees and snow lay, covering the ground in a blanket. Everything shone in the half-hidden sun's light. But her eyes were blind to any beauty other than the girl infront of her. The delicate girl with rosy cheeks from the wind's kisses. Her pale grey eyes had that sparkle that could warm your heart and make you feel like everything would be okay. Her lilac curls cascaded down her back, somehow perfectly. A small shiver escaped her chapped lips as if to whisper a secret to the cold air before breathing in some of the fragile snowflakes. She thought of being able to step forward, closer to the angelic figure before her and planting a kiss on her pale face. And she wasn't sure whether it was her own thoughts or the frozen air around them telling her to, but she stepped closer to the beautiful girl infront of her. She wrapped her arms around her petite frame and pressed her lips against hers. She questioned whether she was dreaming or even in heaven. But her now speeding heart knew it was real and it was love...
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Megan's short pieces ❤
Historia CortaThis is a book of short stories and bits of writing. I hope you like them xxx