"Amy." I whispered. No responce. I repeated myself a little louder.
"Amy." I tried softly poking her cheek. She becan to stir and slowly her eyelids quinted open. There was always that little moment. She grunted and turned over when she saw the camera.
"Amy, come on." I whined. "You have to get up. I have a surprise." I didn't need to see her eyes to read her thoughts: 'what ever it is can wait for at least ten minutes. Approxiamately twenty.'
"Pleeeasee." No responce. "It's melting..." This seemed to have gained some of her interest. Slowly she turned over, her eyes still small of sleep.
"Go look outside." I whispered. There was a brief moment of nothing before she rolled of the matress and walked over to the window. I followed her, refocusing on her face, so it catched every single one of her freckles. She pulled the curtain away. I can only discribe it as happiness, the look at her face when she saw the snow dance again the glass. She quickly looked over at me and I was so grateful to myself for capturing this moment. Later I would pauze the video at that moment and I think to myself: that's how I want to remember her.
YOU ARE READING
This Bird
FanfictionLet me start this story with a question: Have you ever seen a bird cry? Let me guess. Of course you haven’t. Have you ever wondered whether birds can cry? They can’t. Humans are the only living creatures capable of crying emotional tears. However...
