winterstorm.

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Winter’s first storm struck today. The winds howled and snow coated all surfaces. Thunder shook houses, lightning cracked the sky. Even as I read about the destruction in the newspaper, I couldn’t deny that it had been beautiful.

Submitted: November 16, 2013

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To dear,

Winter’s first storm struck today. The winds howled and snow coated all surfaces. Thunder shook houses, lightning cracked the sky. Even as I read about the destruction in the newspaper, I couldn’t deny that it had been beautiful. It reminded me so much of when we were kids, dear, and even during the most destructive of winter storms we’d have snowball fights. We were never hurt, other than the occasional scraped knee or maybe even a fracture here and there. Even through our tears we would laugh and the next day we’d be good as new, treading through the snow and creating adventures in our childish minds.

We planned to do so many things when we grew older, dear, that I do remember. We planned to travel all around the world together and build a house on the moon and be best friends forever.  

I could never forget that day, though. The day the laughter turned to cries and the scraped knees turned to severe injuries. Neither of us even expected a storm that day. Nobody did. Mother Nature has a funny way of striking terror in our hearts when we least expect it, doesn’t she?

We were walking home together, because being neighbors and best friends came with those sorts of benefits. You looked so cute with your golden locks of hair in those little pigtails and the tip of your nose tinted pink in the chilly air. The sun had been shining through the clouds and every time you smiled there’d be a little glimmer in your chocolate brown eyes. I remember my brothers always telling me to man up and kiss you, and I indeed planned to that day. Yes, right on the cheek, because I was too petrified to kiss those peach-pink lips of yours. Besides, we were only ten years old and I’d heard you gushing about ‘true love’ and wanting to meet ‘the one’. Being a boy, I never really understood, but I respected your wishes. Now, I wish I’d smacked my lips to yours with no hesitancy or regrets. Because just as we rounded the corner to our street and I prepared to kiss you, lightning shattered the sky. All at once the sun disappeared, the fluffy gray clouds turned to black and the winds began to howl. We were running as fast as we could but with the snow covering the ground below our clumsy feet, it was difficult. You tripped and because of the snow raining down from the sky, you were stuck. I ran back as fast as I could and I remember how much I cried because I was scared that you were never going to get out. By the time I reached my house, the storm had died down enough for a search party to gather and look for you. When we walked back to where you’d tripped, it took a while to dig you out.

I still remember what you looked like, dear. Your lips were pale blue and your tanned skin had turned creamy pale. They tried everything, pumping your heart, mouth-to-mouth. Nothing worked. Everybody knew you had passed. By the end of that winter, your passing was all but important and it was as though nobody really cared anymore. Nobody except for me.  

I have your diary, too. Your parents gave all your toys, even your dolls, to me. I cried so much. I still haven’t read anything in your diary because I know you, dear, and I know you wouldn’t like me reading through it even now. You always valued your privacy over everything else. It’s been ten years and I still can’t stop thinking about you and how much I love you. Sometimes I wish it had been somebody else, even me if it meant you could live, but then I realize how selfish that is and how disgusted you’d be if you ever heard me speak those words.

I just, I don’t know what to do with myself, dear. It’s been too long for me to keep mourning like this. My life was actually going well until this day, the first day of winter and exactly ten years from your passing. I miss you so much, dear. Everything from the snowflakes swirling in the air to the weak rays of sunlight streaming through the clouds reminds me of you and it kills me, dear, it just kills me because I know you’re never coming back.

It’s almost midnight and tomorrow is the second day of winter. I’ll miss you even more tomorrow, I know that, and I’ll keep missing you until the end of my days. I love you too much to forget you, dear. Once this winter has passed, I’m going to do everything we planned to do together and imagine you at my side. I’ll travel the world, I’ll build a house on the moon and you’ll always be my best friend. Forever.

Sincerely,

The boy who’ll never forget you.

 

 

 

a/n: i wrote this story for a winter-themed contest and normally i wouldn't add notes at the end of my short stories but i actually got so emotional writing this. it's not based on any personal experience but this story really made me feel something. i hope it makes you lovely readers feel something too. x


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