The ones you like always never notice you. And the ones you lose are always the ones you love. The two rules when it comes to love.
Frozen. You could say that. Frozen with shock, with the numbness that paralyses you. But hope seeps in. The taste of bitter December wind and the taste of age freeze me. But hope? It arrives. It arrives in the form of memories so long ago yet so tightly wrapped in my heart, with me until the day I too, become a loved one lost. I chuckle. My chuckle is different from the chuckle half a century ago. That one represented scorn. Bad boy rep, I used to have. Painting the town red, playing truant. . Huh. Those were the memories I would have buried in the snow if I could.
But Jaime… another breeze, nipping at my tongue. Jack Frost seems to be out to get me. But as I think of Jaime, Old Man Winter gives me time to think. Maybe he is touched by the overwhelming love. Maybe.
'Jaime Sullivan and Landon Carter. An unlikely pair, but perhaps Jaime will be able to rub off some influence on you, eh, Carter boy?' the principal boomed, his eyes twinkling. It was as if he knew it was a match to last forever. Landon Carter smirked. Jaime Sullivan beamed. Her halo gleamed more than ever. 'Yes, sir,' she obediently replied. 'Nneess Seeeiir…. ' Landon muttered through gritted teeth unintelligibly. 'Come over to my house this afternoon, Landon. You could do with more practice.' Jaime said sweetly. She was still clinging on to the bible. 'NO,' Landon snapped. Grouchy, that he was, and no more. Grouchiness was contagious. But Jaime was unfazed. 'Okay,' she shrugged, slowly opening her bible and flipping through it.
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