Cold.
The winter cold nipped at my nose and made my toes curl.
Cold.
Cold like my heart missing that blond-haired golden-eyed sonova bitch. I shouldn't even miss him. I should be mad at him for not saying goodbye. It's been months and I don't get so much as a letter.
I feel cold.
His eyes would warm up the coldest of winters. The harshest of blizzards.
The coldest of hearts, and bring hope.
Cold
Den starts to bark wildly outside
"What boy? What's wrong?" I say as I turn my head toward the widow, the snowflakes falling in spirals and delicate curves, making patterns on the glass.
Cold.
"I don't see anything Den, go back to sleep". Den doesn't stop barking, disrupting my attempt at sleep. "What are you on abo-" I see a little ball of golden-yellow light appear just over the hill. "No..."
Cold.
Not thinking, I run downstairs, put on slippers, and run out the door, the snowflakes biting my nose
Cold.
My toes turn to frozen rocks as I run to the glowing ball of light
Cold. Cold.
A man was getting closer and closer into view. My heart was beating out of my chest and my breathing was ragged and shallow.
Cold. Cold.
My body slams into him and I wrap my arms around his waist. Tears begin to stream down my face. "You bastard..."
Cold.
Moments go by... Nothing.
Cold
"I missed you too"
...warm...
