Stimulus: Snowman
POV: Edward
Dedication: Becky Wyman, fellow Twilighter!
Alice squealed as Emmett hurtled through the snowy air at her, curled into a canon ball. She dodged- of course- and Emmett landed on me, instead, knocking the useless air out of my inactive lungs as he did so. He jumped up, horrified. "Uh, oops," he chuckled nervously, "sorry, Edward."
He held out a freezing hand to help me up, but I ignored it. I shrugged.
Alice froze (no pun intended), examining the icy tension (again, no pun intended) that had formed between us. I didn't need to be able to read her mind to know that she was thinking furiously.
"I know!" She cried suddenly, "let's make a snow man!"
Emmett gave a low whoop and hurried over to the nearest patch of unsullied snow, choosing one that was a good hundred metres away.
He needn't have gone that far.
Alice took a few steps toward him but turned back to me, hesitant. "Coming?"
I saw Emmett freeze.
I shook my head and she walked on.
Wasn't I, now, just like the snow man that Alice and Emmett were building? I always had been, in one sense at least- but now, more than ever.
Flesh of snow, heart of ice…
Non existent soul…
But there was one key difference between us: the snow man was making Emmett's' day.
I was ruining his advent.