Johnathan and Slythernwolf, I finished more of my story thing, let me know what you think, blessings: "It started to snow lightly. Now soft flakes float down on us. I watch as they land on her checks and get caught in her long eyelashes, setting off the illusion that they are made of crystal. That’s when I notice what she’s wearing. A long puffy brown coat with faux fur around the hood layering over a light yellow button-up, that’s only half button. Loose around the top of her chest revealing her cleavage. (I try not to stare. However, it’s obvious she lackadaisically put it on, on purpose.) under the bottom half of her coat, she’s wearing skin-tight ripped black jeans, that accent her curves perfectly. Everything about her body is unbelievably divine. Her personality glows even brighter though. This girl is the girl of my dreams. I know it’s cliche to say but if you knew Mollie you would agree that she is heavenly, even if she wasn’t your type.

A loud alarming sound shocks us both as we turn around, the beautiful girl staring at the stars fades away and I am left with a fragile specimen which reminds me of a shocked deer, standing trapped in front of headlights. I pull her close. My hand’s around her waist, her arms are tucked into my chest. I almost don’t notice the sharp cold air piercing through my swear shirt. I hold her tight for a while as she stands there trembling in fear. I start to pull away from her embrace but she swiftly grabs my arm and holds it as if this would be the last time. I’ve known Mollie since kindergarten, we all grew up together in the same small town. But only recently as of this year, I have been blessed with the opportunity to truly get to know her. Many things about her still remain a mystery to me. She stares at her hand wrapped around my arm, and finally, let’s go. Within an instant, she collapses to the ground. She starts to weep and trembles more uncontrollably now. The heaviness in her breath is familiar. I have only ever witnessed something like this one other time. My older brother when he came back from military camp. He was doing the dishes when all of a sudden he dropped all 0f the knives on the floor nearly cutting off his toes. And started hyperventilating my mom calls this an emotional outburst due to trauma. Or a panic attack. I’m not sure what to do. I feel petrified in place. But I think of Mollie about how she might be feeling so in the midst of all the noise in my head I manage to blurt out a few words. “Do you need anything?” I ask. It’s a few moments before she responds and when she does I can hear the unsteadiness in her voice. She says “Wa wa water, water” While, it’s clear she’s having trouble breathing properly she manages to say, “It’s in my car”. So I rush to her car which is parked in my gravel driveway. A few hundred yards away. I race back to her, as I’m approaching I can see she’s changed her position from sitting on the ground to a low crouch. Her head wedge between her knees, her ears covered. Attempting to block out any noise. She’s slightly rocking back and forth. I slowly come into her earshot. She seems more on edge than when I left her. I put my hand on the center of her back and she whips around startled and she screams in agony. Oblivious as to what’s going on outside of her head. We sit facing each other now, Mollie’s staring at a spot on the ground, and I’m staring at her. We sit motionless for several minutes. Until she lifts her eyes to meet mine, they lock with hers she leans in putting her soft hand on my cheek, and gives me a kiss. I’m confused for a moment. Then I join in, returning the kiss. Her lips taste like pine and peppermint, and she smells of orange blossom and grapefruit. Her tongue feels so good in my mouth. It’s so playful, I return the favor with equal amounts of passion. Then the kiss ends. Not in a forceful way though. Gently she pulls away removing her tongue from my mouth and her hand from my cheek. I take her hand in mine. Then she slowly gets up. I’m still holding her. She lets go and walks to her car. I call for her to come back. I want her to come back. I want her to tell me what the hell just happened. I’m practically shouting her name, but she doesn’t even turn around to say goodbye. She just gets in her car and drives off. Leaving her peach-colored bottle behind. I pick it up and bring it to my lips. It smells and tastes like her. I take a swig and stroll making my way inside. Watching the lights from her car fade away, as she turns off my road."