It is so cold, she can feel it straight in her bones. Usually, the winter always tends to make her happy, bouncing with delight to the point she cannot stand it. Faintly, Alex can recall growing up where it was snowy for a good sum of the year, as Spring would come a melancholy would sink deep into her heart — no more snow. Even as an adult, she still fondly reminisce over the fresh powder of white that would glisten every year.
It took some convincing, but she knew the right man to beg in order to skate with her, pleas and whining from the promises she would not throw any snowballs at him! Well, until later. Eventually, Alex had managed to convince Isakander to venture out with her, despite both of them appearing to look like giant marshmallows embracing the oncoming season.
“I haven’t done this since I was little” her eyes twinkled with delight as she began to lace her skates up, even if her knees were wobbly, she focused enough to head off onto the fresh coat of ice. Glistening in the sun, the sound of laughter echoed from those who partook in the past time. Though, her lips curled in disaster, wasn’t he going to join her? With grace, she was able to move perhaps even better then she did when walking on normal ground. Peering up at him, pale eyes twinkled with delight until she asked curiously, “Are you scared?” it was always daunting, if he was a first timer she could understand the anxiety
. Instead, her hands reached out, taking them into her grasp as she gently moved him with her. “I promise I won’t let go!” Alex chirped, that would be cruel and she wanted him to enjoy it. To feel the same delight she did at how carefree it could be, the excitement of moving so fast, nothing else in the world entirely mattered. It took gradual steps, but, she held his hand every step of the way, praising with small encouragements as she grinned. “Thank you for coming out with me” skating alone often was fun, but, at the same time, being able to share something that made her happy with someone else put a brighter more pleasurable aspect to it.
“One day, I’m sure you will be great this! Then, I’ll have to beat you” the tip of her tongue stuck out, of course she had to race him someday, she was far too competitive. The entire time, she never let go, even swinging there hands childishly as she giggled, “Let’s do this again! It’s way too fun to pass up”
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