Snowdrop

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I found my way to the park that resided not too far from the estate. I sighed in content, plopping down on the bench after clearing off the small dusting of snow that hugged the rough, well worn wood. There were little kids prancing through the snow, making snow angels and snowmen, having snowball fights and hiding behind snow barriers that had been haphazardly erected. I smiled, watching the children frolic through the white snow, broken only by footprints and the marks the kids had left.

I tilted my head back, pulling my cap further down so it wouldn't fall off as I looked to the tree, blanketed with snow, above me. I saw a figure perched on one of the branches, looking at me. I could only make out a mop of brown hair. My brow furrowed as he scurried away. A large splotch of white crashed down and landed right on my face. I heard a sort of melodic laughter that was trying to be concealed as I brushed the snow away, my face now frozen. I looked around and saw a boy, around my height, with brown hair that mirrored mine, chocolate eyes that would lock with mine and then flick away, settling on everything within a matter of minutes. His skin was the colour of caramel, unmarred.

He was wearing only a thin black hoodie, skinny jeans, and a pair of gloves shoved over his hands. His bum was hanging out of his jeans. "What was that for?" I asked breathily, trying to sound angry but not quite managing it. "Sorry, mate. I, um, I was just trying to get down from the tree and the snow fell." He chuckled, walking over to me and sitting down. "Then why did you laugh?" I asked, looking to him. He had a playful smirk on his lips, and it looked as if it just sat there, not to be brought on by or chased away by anything.

"It's funny to see a ball of snow fall on someone's face." He shivered, drawing his arms around himself. "I don't think you'd appreciate it if you were in my place. You must be freezing! Here, I'll take you back to my estate to get you warmed up, ok? My name is Phil." I said, extending a gloved hand. The boy took it in his and smiled, his teeth chattering violently. "My name is Dan."

Hearing the name sent a shock through my body. "Well, it's nice to meet you. Here, follow me." As I stood I wavered, and after two or three steps, I almost fell face-first into the white powdery snow. Dan caught me, heaving me to my feet. Once we reached the pavement, he kept clutching my arm with one hand, his other laced behind my back to grab the other. "You're so weak. I don't mean that rudely." He rushed, the first bit murmured.

I laughed softly. "It's alright. I am very weak, physically. Any way, come on, the manor is not too far; just up one of the side-streets." I said, shuffling forwards with Dan's help. I guess I shouldn't have gotten out of the wheelchair to come outside. Then again, I'm glad I did. If I hadn't, I wouldn't have this handsome lad helping me home. God, I sound like my gran.