The First Snowfall

Hello, December

A/N- I am very sorry for the late publish! Since in about two weeks, I'll be graduating, I will update as fast as I can. Possibly everyday if I have the internet connection :) This chapter will be short for it's still the introduction step or something :) The trailer is on the right (posted it again), I hope you guys like it! I made it myself. And comment about what you think of the characters I chose. Thank you. x

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Hello, December

 

13 years later…

December 01; 19:01; Central Park, Manhattan, New York

 

                I shut my eyes close, part my lips, and feel the cold wind around me. My mind’s been in turmoil lately, and I can’t help but feel unsettled.

                I sigh as I snap my eyes open, continuing my routine walk in Central Park. It’s somehow silent though it’s still six in the evening; usually it’s still packed with lovers practically eating each other’s faces wherever I’d go. I guess this is a lucky night for me.

                As I reach the bridge, I notice a man with a lean figure; probably six feet tall or even taller than that. His hair is as dark as the night, and his skin is pale as a porcelain doll. “Beautiful,” I mutter to myself. Somehow, I find myself taking steps forwards in a slow pace. I want to see his face in front view.

                I stop five feet away from him as I hear a twig snap. I slowly peek on the ground and see that I have stepped on it. I grumble silently and my eyes meet his as I look in front.

                “What beautiful green eyes,” I say to myself, but I freeze on my place as I see the recognition in his eyes. I grow curious to the beautiful man in front of me.

                “Amethyst?” He asks with a heavenly sadness coated in his voice.

                I tilt my head to the right in confusion, and my brows furrow. “I’m sorry,” I start. “Are you looking for someone?”

                “Amethyst,” he repeats again, slowly walking towards me. I start to feel anxious, wanting to run away from the beautiful green-eyed man looking into my eyes.

                ‘My eyes,’ My eyes widen in realization. ‘It’s a colour as the same as the stone, amethyst.’

                I raise my right hand and point my index finger to my eyes. “Oh, you mean my eyes?” I say.

                His eyes grow impatient, but still he looks as beautiful as his face was calm a few minutes ago. He then grabs my shoulders and shakes me softly. “It’s me – Rolf! Amethyst, don’t you remember me?”

                I feel my heart beat against my chest violently. I struggle to get away from him, and when he realizes that I don’t want to be hold against, he lets me go. I look into his eyes and shake my head. “I’m sorry.” I huff. “I think you’ve got the wrong person.” I then turn back on my heels and run as fast as I could away from the mysterious man who already seemed to take my breath away – or simply, the man who already seemed to steal my heart as his eyes laid on mine.