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Oneshot Story (Just because...)
<span style="font-size:150"><span style="font-weight:bold">December</span></span><br>By: Nickel<br><br><br><span style="font-style:italic">As cold as the December sky, your eyes breathe life into my own. As cold and chill as the snowy star shine at midnight tonight, you linger in my mind, and catch my breath just as easily as the cold.</span><br><br>I didn’t know much about him at the time. I knew the fiery icy eyes belonged to him, and I knew his family was in close aspects to my own. Of course, his family was prosperous because of blue blood. Mine was in close relation because of business matters. We both attended an advanced private school, but it wasn’t until the frost overcame school grounds that I saw him. I always took shorter routes in the winter for several reasons; One being that they were the only paths that the school cleared off, the other being that I didn’t care much for the cold weather when they restricted the girls to wearing skirts no matter the temperature. I never understood why private schools felt the need to show off extra skin, when I would have been well comfortable with wearing casual jeans and a t-shirt.<br><br>The wind was uncomfortable as usual, as I tried to hold my papers in place against my chest. The wind whipped cold crystals of snow against my unconditional legs and face; luckily, we were given the option of long sleeves. The winter was beautiful in early December, I couldn’t argue with that fact, but I preferred it more on weekends when I was allowed my own attire. My head was facing the ground as I fixed my eyes into the snow below me, concentrating on something other than my classes that were looming ever closer, and of course the chill against my skin. That was when the closeness of our families became clear. I lifted my head just in time to notice I was walking right into someone. His eyes were also distant, staring at the flakes falling from the pale sky. His hands were stuffed angrily in his jacket pockets, and the second I realized I was going to snap him out of a more desirable world, it was already too late. By then I had already felt a connection simply by seeing the flare in his eyes, the icy blue that seemed to match the December theme too easily. The second my shoulder rammed into his, the icy glare of his fell onto me, but he didn’t bother to reach out for me as I stumbled slightly, almost losing a grasp on everything I had been protecting.<br><br>“What are you doing? Watch where you walk,â€
All good things must come to an end. All endings will begin new good things.
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