She stared at the piece of paper with frustration. Diane was expieiencing a writer's block like never before. The blustery Maine air that had blown into her bedroom made it impossible to concentrate. The snow and leaves slooped in and Diane had to get up and shut the window. It was then that she decided to take a break. Maybe her brain was on overload and just needed to rest. She stared outside into the wintery scene outside. There was a supernatural passion in the cold, dark night that was on fire. She had to go expierience it for herself.
She slipped on her robe over her nightdress and a simple pair of boots. Who cared what she looked like? Nobody was out at this time of night and even if there were they wouldn't care what she had on. Out the backdoor and into blackness that surrounded her cabin by the lake. Maine was a truly beautiful place. Rocky beaches that circumfrenced thousands upon thousands of miles of water. Rivers, lakes and even the Atlantic Ocean. Diane walked down the empty dock in her backyard and takes off her boots to let her feet dangle in the frigid water. It only stung for a little while but there was something about it that felt good to her. It made her feel something; a little alive maybe. She has been so depressed since walking up those steps all those months ago.
It was times like these that made Diane reminise. The water gun fights around town they used to have; the way they would steal a kiss when no one was watching; the tender way he would pick her up and carry her into the bedroom. She wants to cry so bad but the cold air had seemed to turn the water in her eyes to ice. Why won't the tears come out? First it was words and now tears! That's when she jumps up and screams in frustration. She hears her voice echo into the unknown that will knowingly give her no answer in return. Sweet nothing.
She goes back into her dark cabin feeling as numb as her feet that were now tucked away in her boots. They weren't on for long as she longingly rips off every piece of clothing and lies on her bed, naked and in total surrender. All she wanted to do was grieve for the life she could have had. She wanted Sam so bad; that is what has been wrong with her. She rolls of the bed with tears now finally rolling down her cheeks and goes to her dresser drawer. She finds the two things she has been looking for: a picture of Sam and an empty balloon. The balloon that was supposed to be used for the wedding decorations but was an oddball out. She thought she would keep it as a reminder of that would have been wonderful night.
She blows up the balloon with all her might and ties it shut. She then carefully pastes Sam's photo on the balloon with a finishing touch of string she just happened to have lying around. Satisfied with her new art project, she brings it outside and releases it in the air. The heavy wind carries it higher and higher towards the heavens. God, Diane prays silently to herself, let Sam know that I'm thinking of him and I love him. I know it's too much to ask for him to get this balloon but he's just got to know!
With the balloon nowhere in sight, she turns on her heels and heads back to her cabin once again. She was going to go to bed and just forget about the world. Leave all her worries and sorrows in God's hands tonight. Her pen and paper will be there when she wakes up in the morning.