If Life Doesn't Kill You, Emptiness Will.

W i n t e r

|| A short story ||

The cold brushes my face as I walk, step-by-step in the snow. I am not the richest, I have not any winter boots. However, affording a coat and gloves is enough to satisfy my needs.

Nobody ever told me that it could ever snow so much, ever so silently it fell. The icicles hanging from the rooves of people's houses. They glimmered like her eyes. Oh, if Winter could explain someone so well, it could do so for her. She may be cold but she's silent and beautiful. She's a blizzard when she's angry, and yet still so gorgeous.

Where has she gone? How I miss the sweet aroma she possessed. The way she could make me smile. But now, she's gone. The old her, the best her. She won't ever come back. She loved me, but not anymore. I loved her, still do; but with this change how can I be so sure? It is because she is on my mind constantly, I can't shake her from it. I cannot stop thinking about how we used to be. Where did it all go?

I sigh, trudging continuously through the snow. The walkways used to be enticing and now, without her, what am I to do? I used to enjoy walking the paths to the park. Now that I can't have her, now that she has gone, it is all a blur and I don't feel the same about anything anymore.

"How was your day?"

Twas rather boring, I did not talk to you today. I wish I had, I wish we'd stayed close. Instead, I'll just say, "I had a fine day, how about yourself?"

You shall go on and on about your day, not worrying about mine. I'll continue to love every second anyways because your voice is like music to my ears.

Just one more embrace, one more time to tell each other that we love one another.

That's all I ask.

But the cold gets bitter and we argue.

And say goodbye.