Cold Heart
White, too much white little Chazz thought as he looked at the big living room window, for the five year old kid, it was something knew.
-Mommy, it's white!-he exclaimed amazed when his mother Victiora Preinston apporched to him. She caressed her son's black hair sweetly as oppened the door.
Once they were outside, Chazz relased his hand from his mother's and started running in that snow paradise; he was looking astonished at the small white balls that where falling from the sky.
-It's cold-he said when one little ball touched his nose. His mother giggled.
-Like some people's heart-she murmurred. Chazz blinked two times and stared at the slim grey-eyed woman amazed, he didn't understand what she had said.
-Cold?-he asked.
-Cold-Veroinica answered simply-They are people whose heart is cold, becaouse they are mean and don't love someone...and aren't loved by anyone.
-Do I have a cold heart?-the kid asked frightened. His mother smiled warmly and caressed her child's pale cheek.
-You will never have a cold heart, Chazzy. But do you know what? It has a cure.
-It can be cured? How?-he asked enthusiastic. His mother hugged and gave him a sweet kiss on his cheek.
-By melting it...with love-
Chazz smiled and suddnely sneezed. Her mother giggled sweetley.
-We better go inside, I don't want you to catch a cold-she said as she took Chazz's hand and together, they returned to the house.
Chazz Preinston oppened his eyes. He was no longer in the snow with his mother, instead, he was lying in his bed; he was in Duel Academy. Tall, charming and lonely, the fifteen year old studant had changed quite a lot. He no longer was that inoncent child. He had became a selfish and arrogant person who descovered that could live happily with money and himself...or that's what he thought.
Cold heart he remebered his mother's words as he looked at the window. That day, there were no classes due to the strong snowfalls. Nobody was outside; not even Jaden Yukii playing with his childish games. It was everything quite in the Silfers Dorm, the lowest grade of the Academy...
It must be too cold he thought. He sighted, and reached with his hand a golden medal that was lying in the table; he took it carefully by the chian making it spin around slowly.
He smiled to himslef.
Mabye happines is different from what I thought...Mabye I need someone to melt my heart...¿But who could that be? ¿Could that be you? he asked himself as he watched the golden medal spin around.