It's winter already and I havn't seen him for months, but I still thought of him everyday, it was like he had printed himself across my subconscience.
I hoped he was alive, hoped he was well, hoped he had no troubles, but there was no life without troubles, so I hoped it wasn't too much for him to handle.
I looked outside the windows of the cafe and into the dark snowy night, I embraced the warmth that I was feeling more when I saw the cold crystals fall from the sky and pile up on the streets; it's sight made me shiver. I hope the cold isn't to hard on him, I thought to myself.
The bells of the door chimed, but I didn't bother to look who had entered. The smell of a million roses pleasantly greeted my nostriles. My eyes, now intrigued, followed as curiosity followed me. A man covered in winter attire and a face mask on walked passed me. He took a seat at mystery man's seat and took of his mask. My blood pump faster and I felt my face get more heated. After a long wait, it was him.
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Ketchup -book I- knj
FanfictionShe could describe cold and silence, better than any lonely person ever could. She was like a abandoned whale swimming in the ocean, all a alone without anyone to understand her. Suddenly he appeared, like an angel caved by god himself, sent for her...
