It's Him

Prologue

The weather is clear... I wear my thick jacket, wrapping my old blue scarf around my neck and wearing my leather boots.

I open the door and a cold wind surprised me that send shiver down in my spine.

Pathways and road were covered by thick snows. I went to the park, which is my childhood favorite place and my spot in winter.

I tour my eyes around the park and there's nothing change, except of the pine trees which is growing taller. My reverie was interupted as a fist size snowball hit my left side waist.

I look at my left side to see who did it, instead I saw a little boy running towards on me "I'm so sorry miss..." He said with sense and sounds like genuine apologizing. I smiled sincerely to him " it's okay" he nod and run, chasing a little girl with a handful of snowball, there's also three children happily making an unformed snowman.

Well, they remind me of Emma and Matt back in our childhood time. I was about to go in the fountain when I notice a boy covered by black sweater sitting in the swing, looking direct at a bald tree and licking an ice cream.

Seriously?! How do he manage to eat such food like that in this kind of season? This guy looks like at the same age with me, probably taller than me, but same mental condition of a seven years old child.

I let out a small chuckle and continue to walk down to the fountain when I got a mini heart attack as I was being thrown by another snowball again, this time it was really huge that I almost drop at the ground.

Seriously! This kid need to be scolded. I hold my breath to control myself "little boy... Next time you do it-" I said trying to be sound nice, but I stop as I notice that the person next to me is taller than me.

"Would you please move, you're blocking my target" I look to my surroundings to see what he mean but there's nothing unusual, just a plain ground of snow.

I look back to him and send him death glare "what?!" He blurted out like an innocent child and emotionless.

Yes, he was not the little boy just a while ago, but then he was that jerk sitting alone in swing with an ice cream.