Something

The cold was freezing his bones. He could no longer feel his fingers. It was so cold. But he did not feel restless. It was a strange feeling for him. A tiny smile lurked around his thin mouth which could be both ruthless and charming at different times. He closed his eyes and took in a breath of the cold air. And he saw her in his mind. The image he saw the day she left. Her image with a blinding light that washed the background behind her. Her hair, touched by dying sunlight teased with the light breeze. Her eyes shy yet filled with so much depth. He was not in love. Yes, it was not love. But it was not an infatuation either. A laugh escaped him at that time and he ran long fingers through his wet hair. There was something though. He could not exactly put his finger on it but there was something that pulled him to her. He opened his eyes and kept the image of her in his mind. In front of him, he could see the buildings alive with the lights. The snow was falling, as if tiny bits of cotton which swirled through the sky and deposited on his balcony. The stars were not visible tonight. But maybe where she was, she will be able to see them. And she will ask for guidance. And maybe … maybe she will think of him. He fingered the scarf in his pocket. With a tiny smile which flirted around his lips, he thought of her, and brought the scarf to his nose. The faded smell made him think of her and made him wish for her.

2 years later

She was alone in her apartment. It was weird that of all the days, today should be day they rose that topic. Him. With an enigmatic smile, she went into her room. And she opened the box that was unopened for days, weeks and maybe years. How many years has it been? She pondered on the question as she lifted the lid. And she saw the photograph. He was so handsome. Her heart almost skipped a beat at the sight of his handsome devilish face. In the dim light of the lamp on her nightstand, she studied the photograph. He was so tall with a lean build. And she seemed so small beside him, almost fragile. Her hair seemed longer then. The picture was taken in such an angle, where the mansion stood majestically behind them, almost hiding the last few sunrays of the dying sun. They faced each other, shaking hands. But the photo did not capture what her mind had. The feel of her hand caught in his larger one. Their eyes which met and tried to read each other's thoughts. It was the first time that she had ever stared this long in a man's eyes. And it was the first time she had felt such feelings for a man. She liked him. The thought came so simply. There was something in him that appealed to her despite his faults. Because she feared she would fall in love with him if she stayed longer, she left. Holding the photograph, she walked to the wide glass doors in her room. She pushed the curtains to the side and saw the stars blinking in the dark sky. She thought with a foolish smile. Will he still remember me? Clucking her tongue, she placed the photo in the box and closed the old memories. But she saw his face when she closed her eyes to sleep.