Epilogue

415 52 20
                                    

A young teenage girl sits on a bench people watching with her best friend. It's opening day and they didn't want to miss seeing what the winter decor would be this year.

Giant, beautiful, gingerbread houses and candy canes surrounded with snow circle the ice. Tall fir trees wrapped in lights illuminate the place.

"There aren't any boys our age here yet." She sighs.

"I know," her friend agrees. "Just a bunch of kids and old people. They should be here soon." They watch some of the "old people" skate by. They're only in their thirties, but to them, that's old.

One is a pretty lady with blondish hair and pink skates. She's holding hands with a man wearing all black and they skate together perfectly, like they've been doing it for decades.

"You think that'll be us one day?" she asks.

Her friend watches the couple go by and gets a dreamy look in her eyes.

"If we're lucky."


The End

Thank you for reading!

Baby, It's Cold InsideWhere stories live. Discover now