There she is, standing in the middle of a feriocious snowstorm.
The girl's petite body shivers as the harsh wind pounds against her tan skin. Her ebony strands wriggle and writhe with the whirlwinds. Her attire provides some warmth, yet they don't stand a chance against the vicious breath of cold. I try to call her attention, but only the roar of nature replies. The girl turns, forcing me to face her back. Somehow, I could feel her angst and depression being sent to me by the breeze. The distance between us and the unforgiving weather slowly wounds my tattered heart and body.
A step forward; the snow is pilling up. Another step triggers the gusts to thrash around. One more makes my fingers stiffen. As I get closer to my beloved, my whole body becomes numb. My attraction towards her is my only motivation to endure this cruel atmosphere. Two steps onward; a fragile heart starts to palipitate. The figure appears more clearly induce my body to quiver. Two more provokes the flurry of frost. My feet trembles under the callous cold, yet they still stand. I call out to the girl in front of me, a small smile forms on my lips.
She turns around gracefully. My pupils meet her tiny grin and my ears catch the sound of her jubilant giggle. Her slender arms slither around my broad shoulders, pulling me into a warm hug. At this moment, nothing seems to matter. Mother Nature's wrath has left my mind as I focus on the amorous gesture.
It appears that Time has stopped, and so with my frozen heart.
