Prologue
Prologue
I stood in the numbing cold, unable to move. The snow was swirling fiercely, but silently around me, dipping and diving flakes, like ballerinas that softly fell to the ground in tiny, sodden puddles. People were rushing past me, holding onto their hats, slipping slightly on the icy ground, beneath their boots.
But I stood there, staring at the retreating back of Chris, who was quickly fading into the white swirl of the blizzard. I just stood there, staring, even long after he had been swallowed up by the snow. Passersby looked at me strangely but I didn't notice. All I could think about was him, and if I would ever see him again.