blizzard

She just escaped a class to help low income students with their homework for free. She was feeling confident, helpful and at peace with the world around her. She had always known that this was her calling. At 14, she knew where he life was going. Or so she thought.

But just like a blizzard, he hit her. There she was daydreaming about all the children she hoped to help some day. When she saw him there outside the YMCA running out of the building as if it was on fire, she froze.

He swayed over to her, with a smirk that said it all. She shook her head as he danced in one swell movement and he swooped down and made a snowball.

She screamed as he threw it, missing on purpose. He gave her just the right amount of time to devise her own plan. Her mittens froze over as she brushed the snow out of her hair. She pelted him in the chest for revenge. They laughed as the fight pursued with trees acting as shields and snow acting as grenades.

As the snow covered their eyes and dug its way into their clothes, it was here in this moment, that it seemed like they saw each other for the first time. They acted like the kids they once were with the emotions they now have.

As she hid around a tree, he trapped her with nowhere to go. Snowball in both hands asking for her to accept defeat. She smirked as the "Never" rolled off her tongue. She was surrounded on every side and instead of backing down, she rose to the call. And just as she expected the snow to come crashing into her, his lips did instead. The tree was like a smoke screen and his breath like a beckoning call.

He embraced her. He kissed her. And in that moment, she fell in love. Together the cold that surrounded them disappeared and all that remained was true love.