Ellie ran frantically through the trees in search for the spot she and Sean occupied the night before. The rising sun melted the snow and Ellie's boots continuously sank through the slush, every step she took slowing her pace down. Ellie finally recognized the scenery and dropped to her knees heavily. Tears spilled down her cheeks and lined her nose, threatening to freeze. She brought up a mittened hand as she bent her head down, sobbing in pure dismay. After a short moment she pulled off her mittens and threw them to the side. They hit a nearby tree and the water they took in spilled out on impact. Ellie placed her bare hands on the surface in front of her, afraid to search, afraid of the possible results. Flashes of Sean ran through her mind as she held an argument in her mind. Crying harder with every breath she took, she quickly shoved her hands through the slush, clawing at it with intensity. Snow droplets splattered her sweater and jeans as she dug, causing her skin to become colder. She began shivering, and grew short of breath after another half hour of searching.
Sean's eyes fluttered open. He get out of bed, slipped on a shirt, and walked into the dining area of his small apartment. He set the table with a bowl, cereal and a bottle of chocolate milk, ready to prepare an unhealthy breakfast. He opened the box of cereal and began filling his bowl.
Ellie pushed herself off the surface of the snow, where she had fallen in despair. She crawled over to the tree her mittens had fallen by, picked them up and left the park, having not the slightest clue where to go.
After emptying his bowl, Sean cleared the table and went back into his room. He changed out of his sleeping attire and pulled on a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. On his way out the door he grabbed a bandana and his beanie, putting final touches on his outfit as he left the apartment.
Having trouble calming herself down, Ellie decided not to go back to her house just yet, afraid Sean may have called, or be waiting at her porch, or somewhere else she didn't want him. Realizing she was nearing her house, she turned around and walked back down her previous path. 20 minutes later the police department was in view.
Sean pushed on the doorbell a few times, waiting patiently for an answer. Three minutes later he pushed the doorbell again, then knocked. No answer. Frowning, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed the house number. He heard the phone ringing inside. One ring, two rings, three rings, four rings…answering machine. Nash residence, no one's home. Leave a message. Sean sighed and hung up the phone before the computed voice instructed him to wait for the tone. He turned around and hopped down the steps, heading back to his own apartment.
"Did anyone turn in a necklace with a black rose pendant since last night?"
"I'm sorry Miss, no one's turned in any such item. Maybe you could try again tomorrow."
"…Maybe."
Screw the hard drive, I'm re-writing. I didn't have much in the other chapter anyway. But I'm still uh...facing some pretty bad writers block. I just need a couple filler bits toget myself back on writing the story. Help? Pleeeeease:)