I peek my head out of my bedroom door just in time to see Phil’s foot enter his own room along with the rest of him. It’s been so long since I’ve seen him fully, let alone spoken to him. I used to try to get him to talk to me or just let me in but soon gave up as he just stopped responding. It’s very lonely in this castle all by myself, I wish I knew what Phil did in that room of his. I have great memories of us running round in the snow or in the halls of the castle, I miss those days. Now I just sit in the castle all alone talking to the pictures on the wall.
I’m in bed trying to sleep when suddenly I hear a quiet whimpering coming from across the hall and that’s it, If he won’t let me in then I will force my way in because there is no way I’m leaving him all alone to suffer. I quickly jump up out of bed and rush out of the room ant attempt to open the door to Phil’s room only to find it locked. I run back to my room and grab the chair that is sat at my desk and drag it out into the hall. I pick it up and ram it against the door harshly until it bursts open and I go stumbling in.
The first thing I notice when I enter the room is how much colder it is compared to the rest of the castle, I almost immediately start shivering and I’m wondering how Phil can stand it in here. I shake the thought from my mind because right now I need to see phil. I notice him curled up on his bed in the corner whimpering and shaking, I start to run over to him to comfort him only to slip and fall down as I realise the floor is coated in a thin layer of ice. I quickly scramble up and carefully make my way up to him, as soon as I reach him I sit on the side of his bed and pull him up to sit beside me. He seems to resist when I pull him up but as soon as I put my arms around him he basically collapses in my arms and crawls onto my lap and sobs with his head buried in my shoulder. I hold him tightly as he basically comes to pieces in my arms, I wait until his sobbing has subsided until I try to pull back to look in his eyes but he won’t budge, only holds me tighter so I reach my arms up and bring his head out of my shoulder without moving away from him at all. He looks at me with red rimmed eyes and even though he has been crying, his eyes are still the most beautiful thing to me. “Now are you going to tell me why you have been shutting me out, what’s wrong?” I ask in a gentle tone as to not frighten him. He sniffs and says “everything!” before burying his head back in my shoulder. I stroke his hair comfortingly whilst looking around the room. I gasp when I come across a certain object in the far corner of the room. It’s an ice sculpture, but not just any ice sculpture, an ice sculpture of me! I am shocked that Phil actually made that when all this time I was thinking he didn’t care or maybe even have forgotten about me completely. “Phil!....” I say in wonderment as I gaze at the sculpture “W-what?” he says and follows my gaze until he spots what I’m staring at. He gasps and quickly jumps up to throw a large blanket from the bed over it to cover it. “No! I like it!” I laugh as I jump up to where Phil is standing to stop him from covering it. “y-you do?” he asks looking surprised. “of course I do you turnip! It’s amazing; no one has ever done that for me!” I say as I slowly take his hands in mine and pull him closer “r-really?” he asks almost in a whisper as we both lean I closer. Suddenly our lips meet and it’s like I’m breathing properly for the first time in year, our lips slowly move together as one. It was a loving kiss, a kiss to express all these feelings we had to conceal for the past years. When we finally broke away, he rested his forehead and sighed before saying “don’t worry I won’t ever shut you out again”
