Amy, Martin & The Elements Of Winter

17. Love

After school I ran home as quickly as I could. I threw my schoolbag onto my bed, went into the kitchen, took an apple and ran outside. I would meet Martin there. I knew it was possible to break the curse. I knew it since today morning. Martin gave me so much hope, even a bigger part of my frozen heart was melted. 

Plus, I knew I wasn't alone. Even though I just knew him for half of a day, even though he was new, it seemed like I knew him forever already. I just couldn't give up now, not yet. I would be able to do this, Martin would help me. Obviously I had lots of paper with me. "Okay, let's get started!" I wrote. He nodded. He took out the book. I slowly looked at it. He wanted to touch it. But I knew it wasn't right. I started to wave around with my arms to prevent him from opening it. He looked at me. I quickly wrote,"Don't touch it, it is dangerous!" 

He looked at me confusedly now. I sighed and took the paper again. "Just try to look at it, do you see and feel the evil power?" He carefully observed it and jumped up. He dropped it. I quickly froze it with my magic and destroyed it. Martin kept on looking at me. I just sighed. "Your mother tricked us! She wanted to know how careful we are!" I quickly wrote down. We both sat down on the bench again and started to think. If she tricked us, she probably wanted to tell us that there was another way to break it.

 Martin's mother have him that book but my mother told me to look deep in my soul for it. I was hiding a big secret. It was possible that my secret was the key to break the curse. The key, was it that what I thought it was? There was a chance. But... No, there had to be another way. It could have been true. But I was being honest to myself, for me it wasn't true. But maybe just not yet. Maybe a little later. Or was it true? Maybe yes. Nobody knows. Only my heart and I. Only my heart. My warm and caring heart. My loving heart. The strongest part of my heart. The part which made me care. The part which made me care about my love. About my love to Martin. He gave me the feeling that I wasn't alone. The feeling that somebody cared about me and my problems. He made me feel warm and melt my heart. He seemed to give me back my emotions. But the problem was, did he love me? Well, the answer was simple, nobody knows whether yes or no. I had to find it out myself. He really seemed to like me though. I noticed that he was looking at me nervously all the time. Was this love or just this 'being nervous when you're with girls'? Noone knew. I had to find out. Find out myself.