~ Fragments ~

26. Glassy Mirrors

Prompt: Ice

Ron's POV

You laughed that time, when I slipped.

It was December, and ice coated the ground in glassy layers. It was precarious, but pretty, as though a thousand mirrors blanketed the ground, reflecting the azure sky above.

Our breath left us in swirls, and our noses were red.

It was freezing, and you wore that cute bobble hat that you always wore in winter.

It was fun, skidding through the streets, laughing like we were eleven again. I loved your laugh; it was like bells tolling on a summer's day, with birdsong intertwined. It was pure joy.

I miss those days…