The Frozen Dream

I stepped out into the cold night air, mask covering my face. My long coat kissing the snowy, wet ground, while the heels of my shoes tapped restlessly against the ground. My breathing was heavy and my steps were light. I walked faster as I felt the snow fall upon my shoulder. My eyes burned of the cold and my nose was hard and unmoving. It was becoming harder to reach my destination, for the ground was freezing faster. I knew I had to be there soon; this would be the only chance that I would ever have to be with him.

I wondered if he was going to be surprised, or happy, or maybe even disappointed. Maybe he didn't want to see me. For a reason he hadn't come to my house before. He had never even replied to my letters. Maybe I was just making a mistake visiting him. I hesitated, but moved on. I was just a minute away from his house.

When I reached the mansion on Dream Street, I thought. 'Maybe he won't talk to me, he didn't talk to me before.' I twisted my heel. 'But I love him. I...have to.'

He sat beside the fire reading the letters Sandrine had sent him. She was beautiful, strong, and independent. all that he had ever wanted. But he was afraid of her, of the same qualities that he had learned to love. That's why he hadn't replied to her letters. Maybe this was a good time to visit her, she only lived 15 blocks away.

I hesitated again. I was not going to make a fool out of myself, I'm just going to go. I turned around, somehow knowing this was my last chance. I walked back to where I had come from. Out into the dark snowy night.

He knew that this was his only chance to talk to her and make things right. And so he stepped out into the cold, jacket slung over his shoulder, in case that she needed one. His black hair was dull against his bright red sweater, and his black pants felt humid against the snow.

He carried on his path, he was only 2 minutes away from her house; his body ached from the cold. He walked fast but he tripped. As he lifted his face off the ground he found himself coming face to face with Sandrine. Her hair was glued to her porcelain face and her sweater was wet. "Oh my God, Sandrine, I'm so sorry!" Then realization dawned on him. She had frozen.
"But..how! What where you doing? I'm so sorry I wasn't there with you." A tear slipped.
"How could I be so stupid, so selfish, only thinking of myself. If I would have been there at her house like she asked me to, this wouldn't have happened!"

Sometimes, you just have to trust your teenage hormones and go straight to your boyfriend. But when you're older, you just have to trust your heart.