Post by 'Angie' Elisaveta on Oct 1, 2015 15:04:48 GMT
 | It was the month for festivities, the time of the year for friends and families to get back together. In just a few short weeks, eggnog and chocolate milk would be drank by the side of a crackling fireplace. Luscious trees would be decorated to the sound of laughing children and Christmas choirs. The world, filled with a sense of purity and serenity, covered all in a pure white blanket. The snow would give rise to jolly snowmen and sleeping angels, to the memorable first stamp of a boot by a man who had never seen such sights, someone who had heard only about it from tales and shows. It'll be when fathers and mothers first teach their sons and daughters to skate, a lesson that would lead to them enjoying winter with one another in the years to come. It's the time when love-filled presents were unwrapped and kisses were shared. Maybe it'll even be the month for a lucky couple to get engaged - after all, it is the most magical time. For Angie, it was all of the above plus a little more. It reminded her of where she came from, of Russia. She would think back to bittersweet memories of her father tending the fire, of that one time they melted ice in pots and pans to make dinner with. There was another time too, as a little kid, when she needed to get treated for minor frostbite. But most of all and above all, if she wrapped herself up just tightly and warmly enough with blankets, it would remind her of the times when she and her father hugged each other to sleep. If she got it just right, it'll feel like he was right there next to her. Enjoying the peacefulness of it all, she sat alone on a park bench amidst the growing and enveloping dusk. With a flask of coffee, not vodka, by her side and a newspaper on her lap, Angie smiled and warmed her hands with a soft breath. While things were more than a little rough prior to her stay here in Hope's Peak, the following years had tamed down much of the turbulence in her life. Her heart had been soothed, and for the first time in a long while, she could let out a fully genuine smile. Bringing a sentimental gaze up to the heavens above, she felt herself slowly getting drawn to the countless stars and into their blessed maze. A silent wish parted from her lips, a small but genuine plea to whoever up above that may just be listening in. 'Please, I beg of you to never let this peace go away. I beg of you, let me be happy for the rest of my life.' Her eyes then started to water and tear; Her mind and soul, in unison, crying out into the night a desperate prayer.. 'Please.' |
