I saw her from my place on the bridge, the one that hung low above the frozen surface of Marble Pond. Her eyes were glimmering jade in the white starlight of sparkling snow. Flecks of white purity rained from the heavens, layering the ground in thick, crunchy coatings of icy crystals.
She reminds me of you.
I leaned forward, crossing my arms and letting my body rest on the snow-encrusted railing before me. My glaring, red-eyed reflection bounced off of the frozen water below, and I stared at myself with a pondering gaze.
It's in the way you saw the world.
My eyes were drawn to her presence, and I unconsciously looked in her direction. The deep green scarf wrapped around her gracefully sloping neck fluttered in the cold wind like a dark, emerald butterfly. The sand-colored coat gripped her body and flattered her developing figure, and I saw how beautiful she was on the outside. Our eyes crossed paths. Sparks in the winter air. I saw how beautiful she was on the inside.
The way her eyes travel the landscape in rapt wonder.
One of her dainty, gloved hands rose from her side and waved back and forth. I hesitantly waved back. The icy mirror below me told me my face was glowing scarlet.
It's in the way you said hello.
She strolled up the bridge quietly, afraid to disturb my peace. My heart beat loudly and slowly in my chest, in-tune with her wooden, echoing footsteps as she approached my side.
The way my heart throbs when she is near.
She didn't speak. The smile on her face spoke volumes. My ears burned in the cold, and her being so close only made it worse. But I liked that feeling. The heat of her aura warmed me from the inside-out.
It's in the way you mussed about with your hair.
Her fingers brushed away stray strands of pink, only to have the bangs on the opposing side of her face flitter into her mouth. She quickly spit them out and pushed her hair away, tucking it behind one of her perfectly-shaped ears. Viridian orbs locked with crimson when she caught me staring. I glanced away and felt my cheeks flush with unbridled color.
The way my face burns at the very thought.
The storm about us began to roar, spinning vortexes of silver in the gray light of the clouded sky. Somehow, the wind blew her off of her balance. Some twist of fate. Some act of God. Some angel disguised in the snow.
She reminds me of you.
Her hands flailed for a moment as she struggled to catch herself. They landed on the shoulders of my jacket just as I moved to help her. It ended with us staring stupidly into one another's eyes. Her hands slid down to my chest. My hands stayed glued to her waist. The combined heat of our breathing stung my eyes. The fog it created nearly blinded me.
But in the very best of ways.
Amy Rose grinned sheepishly, her cheeks turning amber as the seconds passed. We stood there for what felt like hours. Holding one another tenderly on the bridge above that frozen pond. If anyone saw us, I didn't care. I like to think that neither did she.
She reminds of you, Maria.
I leaned into her without thinking. Our mouths met and our hearts flared. Her skin melted into mine. My knees quivered and the muscles boiled in the midst of that furious snowstorm.
And I love her just as much.