#211 It's a White, White World

by Natasha Singh

He turned slowly and started walking away.

I looked at him helplessly, no more words came out. The swirling snow seemed to float around aimlessly, as if not knowing where to go. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. I wanted to stop him, tell him I was sorry, tell him it happened just once, tell him it was a moment of weakness and would never happen again. Run up to him, hug him tightly and never let him go. But I couldn’t move. My feet remained firmly rooted to the ground. The white snow seemed to have blinded me.

He stopped suddenly. Turned back.

The look on his face was enough. He didn’t have to say anything. He walked slowly back. His gaze held mine, filling me with hope & unimaginable happiness. It was almost as if the entire world had broken into thousands of bright and colourful pieces. Happy pieces.

He came up to me. Lightly stroked my cheek.

“You’ve come back,” I whispered. “I had to,” he said. “It’s you.” I closed my eyes, savouring this very moment. Opened them. The snow was falling rapidly on the ground now. Bright & vivid snow. I looked up at him. I couldn’t believe this was happening to me.

And then he said it. . .

“There was someone. . . it was just for a bit. It didn’t mean a thing.”

The world turned white again. . .