SNOW FALLS
361 Words
We walked for about an hour,
the snow crunching beneath our feet.
The forest was quiet, except for the occasional bird chirp or snowflake landing softly on my nose.
Jonathan told me about his love for nature, how it helped him clear his mind.
He shared stories of hiking trips with his dad, and camping adventures with friends.
I listened intently, enjoying his passion for the outdoors.
I shared my own love for writing,
how it helped me express myself.
From poetry to short stories, writing was my escape, my sanctuary.
Jonathan listened with interest, asking questions and offering insights.
As we talked, the sun began to set,
casting a golden glow over the forest.
The snow-covered trees sparkled like diamonds, and the sky turned pinkish-orange.
It was breathtakingly beautiful,
and I felt grateful to share this moment with Jonathan.
As we turned to head back, I slipped on a patch of ice.
My feet flew out from under me,
and I landed on my backside with a thud,the wind knocked out of me. The cold snow seeped into my jeans and I felt a stinging sensation on my palms.
Jonathan caught me, pulling me close to his chest.
Our faces inches apart, and for a moment and I felt his heart beating against mine, the world around us fading away. The only sound the soft crunch of snow and our gentle breathing.
I felt his warm breath dancing across my skin, and my heart skipped a beat.
Then Jonathan smiled, and helped me up. I his eyes lock into mine filled with concern and something more. His gaze was intense, yet gentle, like a warm embrace on a cold day. Then Jonathan smiled, and helped me up, brushing off the snow from my coat.
The sensation of his fingers on my skin
sent shivers down my spine.
"Careful there, clumsy," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. I blushed,
feeling a little embarrassed.
But Jonathan just chuckled, and took my hand again.
He pulled me close, whispering in my ear.
"You're adorable when you're flustered, Kiara."
His breath tickled my ear, and I felt my heart skip a beat.
- Writer
