Little idea I got. I was going to make it longer, but it didn't work. So here you are!
I breathed in deeply, enjoying the crisp, cool air. Winter was finally here; my season. I grabbed my shepherd's hook and swung it in a lazy circle. Responding, the cloud above quickly darkened, bringing snow. It quickly piled up, leaving the perfect type of snow. The type that allows you make the best of snowballs. I smiled, proud of what I did. Soon, there will be kids everywhere to play in it. I sat on my branch, waiting eagerly.
Then, she came. I had no idea who she was and she intrigued me. It was like looking through a foggy glass; you recognize the shape but can't see the details. That's what she was like to me; she looked so familiar, but I couldn't place where I've seen her or who she is. She never stepped foot on the ice, not even near. I was slightly curious. Was she afraid of it? That won't do, I thought to myself, frowning. So, I hopped down from my perch, riding the gentle breeze to the ground.
Forming on the best snowballs I've done, I tossed it to the back of her head. It made solid impact, causing her to staggered. I chuckled to myself, feeling impressed. She spun towards me suddenly. Even though she wasn't looking at me, her eyes still had the effect. They were cold. Not the snow-cold, the I'm-about-to-kill-cold, like what Bunnymund gives me when I ruin Easter. I have never seen that look on a child and it bothered me. It shouldn't be there, not on her. It felt wrong. The smile on my face instantly vanished.
When she saw no one, she looked back towards the ice. I stepped closer to her, wanting to see what she was doing. I knew she couldn't hear or see me, but I felt as if I shouldn't speak. So I crept to her, not making a sound. The air was tense with . . . regret? I watched as she opened her cloak, revealing a bundle of flowers: white roses and lilies. The same colour as snow. She laid them on the ground, next to the ice, but not quite touching it.
This gesture confused me. Did someone died here? That would make sense of her attitude. But it didn't. I have been at this lake for a long time and has yet to seen anyone die here. I continued to watch her as she straightens up. Wiping tears from her eyes, she muttered, "I miss you, Jack." My eyes widened. Jack? Someone died with the same name as me? Done with all she wanted to do, she walked away from this lake, probably to go home. I never saw her after that day.