She was simply a normal girl, partying on weekends and studying the rest of her time, determined to do something with her life. Her friends had abandoned her to visit their families like the lucky sods they were. She was simply left alone in the dorm, almost forgotten, in the dead of winter when it got so cold you couldn’t breathe.
And then the storm warnings flooded in.
At first, they were mostly ignored, but as time went on, more and more of her neighbours packed up and headed away from the centre of the city which they oh-so-unfortunately called home. Soon enough, she was the only one left in the whole of the city centre, as far as she could tell. That was, until she fell asleep on the sofa and awoke to knocking on the door and three feet of snow.
He was a struggling artist, just hoping to get his chance at a big break. When he finally got to the tiny city, the storm had already hit. Being the idiot he was, he decided to stay, despite the homeowners warning him about his ignorance before dashing off somewhere.
He can’t bring himself to regret that mistake, for just one simple reason. If he had left when the snow first started falling, he wouldn’t have been there when it got too deep. When he had to knock on doors and search for shelter, and find nothing as everyone had already left.
He would never have stumbled up to a ramshackle old building as his last hope, and pounded on the door.
He would have never woken her up.
He would have never watched as the door was opened by the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
He would never have heard her ushering him in.
He would have never fallen in love with her.
They would have never had that cold winter.
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I kind of want to make this one into a book too.
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A Little Book of One-Shots
Teen FictionI'm an amazing procrastinator. FACT. I'm horrific at time management. FACT. None of my ideas will ever be completed unless they're purposefully left unfinished. FACT (most of the time). I love that cover. FACT.
