Day: 7
Time: 25 minutes
Prompt: "Will you… would you… could you…"
Theme: drifting
Words: 232
It was probably a Saturday, or at least it felt like one. The days had started to blur together a while ago, but he hadn't really noticed when.
He was by himself on this probably-Saturday, sitting atop the mountain sans shoes and cap, letting the snow drift in fluffy glaciers down his feet. He looked at the sky, then down at his knees, and then back upwards again; the falling snowflakes caressed his cheeks in a familiar cadence.
And then, quite suddenly, he was not alone. She stood over him, squinting adorably against the glaring sheets of white surrounding them, her smile just as he'd remembered it from so long ago. Indistinguishable from a snowflake excepting warmth, a kiss found its way onto his lips, light and sweet and ephemeral.
She murmured things to him that didn't have much meaning, and he listened all the same. They lay together in the snow, ignorant of the pressing coldness it emanated. And before long the nothings turned to gazes and will-you-would-you-could-you-stay-the-nights that weren't out of the ordinary for maybe-Saturdays, even if it was only him.
But the voices pulling him back to reality were strong against his will, and when he awoke she had vanished. Or had she been there at all?
It was best that he didn't think about it. Those things were better left unsaid.
a/n: done done done only two months lateeee thanks for sticking with me xx