"We haven't talked," Elsa said, the first day of March. I almost sighed in relief.
Instead I shrugged.
"I don't know about you..." she said, her voice halting, "but I don't know what we have. Like...what are we?"
I turned from my locker to face her, gifting her with a one-armed shrug.
"You don't know either?" she asked. I looked at her, feeling slightly strange. Her voice came out sounding vulnerable. As if realizing the bit of soul she had just revealed, she cleared her throat, straightening his back.
"Well, I know what I want us to be."
She leaned forward kissing me. Short and sweet. When she pulled back, continuing to hold me close, she smiled down at me.
For the first time in an incredibly long time, I smiled. And it was true.