He admired the subtle aroma of brewing coffee beans and the low chattering of laptop keys. Amateur mass-produced paintings painstakingly decorated the walls, but the iridescence of the snowflakes meandering along the breeze outside proved to be a better distraction. He seemed to notice his surroundings more now than ever.
The love of his short life sat waiting in a comfortable chair next to the window that illustrated the love that he felt for her through snowflakes and virgin snow and children happy and bundled from the cold. He so loved to keep her warm. She seemed to shiver as if her sweater, scarf, and a warm café weren’t efficient enough. He went to her. He caressed her hands as he moved them to hold the coffee cup at her table. He didn’t want to let go of her soft angel skin. He didn’t think he ever could.
For just a moment he breathed in her beautiful, personal scent. As much as he tried he failed to memorize the beauty she instilled. He was briefly brought back to a point in time in some other lifetime when the two of them called in to work to instead enjoy the fresh fallen snow. She laughed like a child when she successfully hit him with a snowball. She laughed to tears when he came after her with a one of his own.
He wasn’t there to protect her anymore.
She left the café and headed down the deserted city sidewalk. She didn’t see the car sliding on the ice. There was no one there to see it either.
Life is fragile like a frozen pond. She will always remember the falling snow and how warm her hands felt against her coffee cup that day.
He blinked. The café around him was quiet and cozy. He had a feeling he was waiting for something that could never come…