The air is cold and it nips at our intertwined fingers. I could say that I was shivering, except for that I wasn't. I'm warm, like usual. Maybe a little warmer, with you holding me like you are.
You say everything will be just fine, and I believe you, because I can. You're one of those people I can just trust. You're one of those people who will always tell me the truth.
And I love you for that.
A gust of wind blows my hair back as an ambulence rushes past. I wonder if the truck driver had gotten hurt when he hit us.
Looking down, I notice neither of us have a scratch, a mark, a bruise. We're in perfect condition and I smile. You smile too.
And then you stop. You're looking over my shoulder, not smiling, it worries me. I look behind myself to see what's so devastating. What could make you stop smiling when we're together.
It's your car. The car you worked on for two years. The car you put your life into.
It was wrecked. From when the truck smashed into us. And frankly, I don't remember getting out.
Because I hadn't, neither had you, and we both knew why.
But for some reason, we don't care. You shrug it off and I do too as we walk into the snowy horizon.
We're dead and we don't even care. Because if we had to be dead, at least we could be dead together.
Hey, it's me. So, I was trying to make a short story that was only one-thousand words long, but unfortunatly this is like thirty something word over. lol, I have a tendancy to add more than I probably need. Anyway, tell me what you think, I know I didn't explain much, but can you in a thousand words? I'd appreciate any comments, questions, compliments, etc. Thanks, you know I love you all! And watch you everyday through your windows! In a non crepper why!
