He looked up from watching his shoes sink into the fluffy powder, shaking raven hair out of his dark eyes. But the sight before him was just as
routine as the previous. She sat there on her steps, shivering in the cold. Day after day, since the first snow of the year, she sat out there: arms
wrapped around her frame, legs pushed as hard as they can against each other. But still she stayed. He never knew how long or why she was
out there. He just knew that everyday, he could expect her to be on those chilly steps. There were times where he half thought she wished to
kill herself, for what other reason would someone endure the harsh winds and bitter cold of winter? In a sleeveless dress no less. Yet, he knew
her better than that. After all those years, he couldn't believe that. So the thought was quickly swept away.
The snow began to fall again, causing him to stop mid-step. As he looked towards the source of the tiny crystals the flakes caught on his
lashes, creating sparks of light each time he blinked. Shaking his head, he dropped his gaze back to the girl. To his surprise, she was standing.
Not only standing, but dancing as well. He watched her twirl in the falling snow. Her pink hair, now flowing long, spun around her The light
glinting from each flake caused her to shimmer with every move. A low sound carried across the air. Listening closer, he realized it to be a laugh.
A small giggle escaped past frozen lips to rest upon equally frozen ears.
And it was in that moment, that cold and frozen moment, that he understood why she was out there everyday. He continued his steps,
only this time much slower. He walked as she danced: with grace and purpose.