The woman sits alone on a park bench one cold January evening. Her breaths come out in long, drawn out wisps, the heat of them causing the air in front of her dried lips foggy. Her fingers are frozen to the point where she can't feel the tips of them but she can't move. Her blue eyes are glassy, trying to drink in as much of the scene as she could. She's confused. There are a million questions running through her head.
Where am I?
When did I get here?
How did I get here?
What am I doing here?
What day is it?
What time is it?
Her eyes blink several times but every time, she sees the same snow, the same leafless trees and the same gloomy sky.
She keeps thinking that she's dreaming because the last thing she remembers is being at home in her apartment. She was studying for an exam she had the next day and trying to get her dog to stop barking, all the while trying to ignore the splitting headache that was slowly developing.
That's all she remembers. Flash forward and she's sitting here on this bench, freezing her ass off. She's determined it's just a hallucination, which must be why she can't move.
Her eyes dart over the landscape again and she can't deny it's beautiful, much like the man she's been watching for quite some time now. He's leaning down in front of a little girl, both of their faces sporting wide smiles. The man has curly hair and she can't tell if it's her fascination with curly hair that's made her watch him for so long. It could be the adorable toothless smile of the little girl or the pearls of laughter coming out of her mouth as the man spun her around.
She can't tell what it is about the pair of them but she can't take her eyes away from them for more than a couple seconds.
Then he stands and scoops the girl up in his arms and to her immense surprise, he starts walking towards her. She starts to feel anxious because she'd seen him catch her stare a couple times. But something just tells her that his intentions are not to harm her. Maybe he just wanted to introduce himself because after all, they were the only people in the snowed out park.
She can feel her cheeks light up as he got closer and she blamed it on the cold although she knew it was not really the cause.
The man sat down next to her with the little girl on his lap and sighed all long and content.
A few minutes of silence later he turns to her and she notes that he has adorable brown eyes, the kind she wouldn't mind staring into all day.
"You ready to go, Miley?"
The question, so simple and unchallenging still manages to unnerve her.
"H-how do yo- you know m-my name?" she sputters.
He blinks, the surprise on her face mirrored on his for a second before it clears. He smiles a delicate smile and reaches for her hand which twitches at the contact but she does nothing more as she watches him.
"Because I'm your husband."
Her breaths come out in short, shallow breaths now. "You are?"
The man nods slowly as his fingers tighten around her clasped hands. "Come on, baby, let's go home."
She doesn't know this man. But then why is that she lets him hold onto her hand and let him lead her wherever?
So I don't know what this is. I started watching the Silver Linings Playbook one night and stopped it after ten minutes to write this. (Amazing movie, btw.)
Lately my mind's been all over the place with writing. I don't know, do you guys like this? I know its super confusing, I haven't figured out all the details myself but since I just cannot seem to write anything remotely good for Back To the Start, I thought I'll post this. I've also got a second and third part written so let me know if you would be interested in reading that?
'Kay, I'm out. Peace.
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P.S. Quote in the summary is from Cassandra Clare.