S. C.

Spritul Craciunului.

Cruelty

All that I'm after is a life full of laughter
As long as I'm laughing with you
I'm thinkin' that all that still matters is love ever after
After the life we've been through
'Cause I know there's no life after you


Suddenly, she felt his hand loosening its grip. And then, the unavoidable happened.

His photo was there. On that little table across the room, near the big window. Outside, the wind shook every tree. She saw the photograph out of the window. In the air. She shouted, but the time did not stop. Large drops of clear water stained the piece of paper. She got out of the room, in the rain, wearing a simple red robe. She took the 'garbage' and she realized the colors were mixed and his figure was unrecognizable. She lost him.

Black clouds darkened the sky. A shiver crossed them and a lightening scared the drops of water. The rain was black. Blood was everywhere. The girl thought she was defenseless. At least without her friend. Her lover. Her everything. A single photo meant so much. Protection. Love. Courage. She was missing the feeling of coziness. That feeling that she got only when she sat near him. She went back in her villa. Waiting.

Two more months passed. Two more dark months, locked in her room, with her (s)napkins and her glass of red wine. But... wait! She saw him... she saw his face, his body, his hands... They were calling her. But where? She soon figured it out. It was because of the winter. Ski season. His favorite activity. And he wanted her to ski too. Packed her stuff, got her boots, her warm hat and the car keys. It took her 8 hours to reach the white mountains. Eight hours of deep thinking and speaking to his one and only. A deadly phantom. She got her ski-pass, a blue card used for going up the mountain in a cabin. She got her skis, a red pair, with wet boots and sticks that were too short for her.

Soon, she arrived at the top of the mountain. Every little peak could be seen from there. Every snowed slope terrified her. But she found her strength in memories. Not even a person was around. She put her skis in her feet. She began. Slowly. Slowly... And she stopped. She saw the abyss and his face. She straightened her skis and she sped up. Faster. Faster! Faster!!! She lost control. Her stick was plunged in front of her and intertwined with the things she had in her feet. And the unavoidable happened. The only clue she crossed that slope was a little stick. Her twisted body rested in the woods. Steam was floating round that area. Blood melted the snow. Soon, she was wiped out of history. Out of anybody's live.