A False Spring and Winter

"I had never really enjoyed these little breaks in nature, for I much preferred winter over any other season, but tonight, as ice and rain waltzed as one, I felt genuinely calmed, felt as if my mind were at peace after a troubled week."

One day, I was looking through my story folder in my notes, and I found this small short story buried in the depths of my many stories, as if it were shy, hiding from me. I do remember writing it, but I don't remember it making me cry.

I don't expect this to make you cry, because I'm 15 and nowhere near unlocking my full writing potential, but there's a sort of loneliness to it, even though he was right beside me, even though he followed me. Even though his memory coaxes my mind anywhere it goes.