She, who was used to warm smiles on sunny days, never knew of winter snow.
It was a chilly night, so cold it made her curl into a ball in the corner of her room, haunted by a strange feeling of emptiness. Ever since he left, she had forgotten the warmth of his hand, and everything she touched had felt the same.
Cold. Empty. Lifeless.
He was still there. She refused to believe that whatever they had shared in the past was gone. Maybe when the sun comes up he would show up at her door again, ready to pull her into a hug and give her that heartwarming smile she hadn’t seen for a long time. And suddenly, he might want to forget about that particular day, when it was raining and the closest she got to snow was the coldness reflected on his beautiful eyes.
It was hope which drove her to sleep, wishing that tomorrow would be a sunny day.