Wind Blown ✔️

6. The snow was my favorite thing to ever exist, except for Marine.

The car sped along the deserted road and my head buzzed with thoughts. Marine gasped suddenly and jabbed her finger at the window a smile lighting up her delicate features.

"Look, Eric!" She exclaimed, turning from the window to me to the window again, "It hasn't melted yet."

I chuckled at her antics and followed her gaze to a pile of dirty, melting snow that sat on the edge of the road.

"It's only spring, there's bound to be some unmelted snow lying around," I replied attempting to seem indifferent but honestly the snow had excited me too.

The snow sparked a memory within me and I let it wash over until I wasn't sitting in the familiar cloth seat anymore but rather in the unfamiliar leather armchair in my living room.

It was cold outside, a thick layer of thick snow blanket the ground outside. I'd always hated the snow, it was so bleak and cold. It changed my brightly colored garden into a desolate wasteland.

If the snow outside were a person they would most definitely by uncomfortable with the glares I was sending them. I was snapped from my poisonous thoughts by the ringing of the doorbell. I pushed myself out of the leather-bound chair that had molded its cushions to fit perfectly with my body and turned across the carpet to the heavy wooden door.

I pulled it open, tiredly but was immediately awake when I noticed Marine standing on the other side. Her cheeks and the tip of her nose were tinted pink from the cold and she'd pulled a purple knit beanie over her long black hair, a matching scarf wrapped around her neck.

She beamed at me excitedly, "C'mon let's go play in the snow," she urged, just giving me enough time to shrug on my jacket before pulling me out by my wrist.

Her car was missing, I doubt she'd be able to drive it in this weather anyway, so I gathered that she'd walked and that we'd be walking.

She noticed me shivering and pulled the scarf off of her neck and looped it around mine instead, her familiar scent wafting up to my nose. I grinned down at her and wrapped my arm around her shoulders, drawing her against me.

It wasn't a show of affection rather a gentlemanly move to keep her warm, she had just given up her scarf. Despite the temperature, she was still as warm as always, even through the hundreds of layers of clothing I could feel her body heat radiating off of her.

Once we'd finally arrived at the park near my house, she grinned eagerly and pulled me into the snowy fields. She thumped her gloved hands into the snow at her ankles, beaming at me.

I chuckled and watched her as she balled up a handful of snow, launching it at me. It exploded on my chest, covering me in snow. I gasped mockingly as if I'd been greatly injured and mimicked her, balling up snow in my own gloved hand and throwing it at her softly.

She shrieked, over dramatically and turned so that it hit her shoulder, exploding and leaving white flecks throughout her dark hair. It was a wonderful contrast and only added to the childish delight that was painted across her delicate features.

Suddenly, an idea must've popped into her head because, if it were even possible, the excitement of her face intensified and she ran toward me. She placed her gloved palms on my chest and looked up at me excitedly, "We should make a snowman!"

I chortled, fighting the urge to double over in hysterics, "Okay."

She turned away from me and bent over, gathering snow in her hands.

A few moments passed and we'd built a snowman, she stood beside it with her hands on her hips and a smile etched onto her face. I don't think that smile had left her face since she arrived at my house this morning.

She seemed so proud of our creation, I didn't want to ruin the moment by pointed out the multiple children around us that had created far more elaborate snow creatures. She turned to me, then, beaming and grabbed my wrist, pulling it over her shoulders so that my arm was looped over her again.

I pulled her against me and watched her carefully, she'd turned her eyes back to the snowman, an evil glint in them. I opened my mouth to comment but she suddenly, with all the force in her tiny body, she kicked the snowman square in its chest.

My mouth fell open as the snowman tumbled backward to the ground, exploding in a burst of white.

She giggled manically and turned to me pressing a chaste kiss to my cheek. I felt a warmth spread from my cheek to my torso, beginning like a spark but it wasn't long until it felt like a bonfire, ravaging my chest. My entire body was overcome with warmth, like fireworks exploding just below the surface of my skin.

She seemed completely oblivious to my reaction and grabbed my hand, interlocking our fingers and dragging me back to the pathway.

I presumed that we were leaving now and I couldn't repress the pang of sadness in my chest as she led me away from the snowy park.

I was brought back to the present by Marine placing her hand on my arm worryingly, "Eric, are you alright?"

I nodded, probably too eagerly, noticing the grin that was etched onto my face. She didn't notice it, or if she did then she didn't comment, turning her eyes back to the road with a grin of her own lighting up her features.