It was a cold month,
As every December was,
But there happened something special,
As she waited for a bus.

She sat alone at b-stop,
Waiting for its arrive,
Knowing it won't be here,
Not so late in night.

She looked up to the skies,
Waiting for her end,
She knew she would die,
As cold breeze touched her hand.

She almost felt it,
As if it was real,
As if breeze was person,
That would never kneel.

Breeze touched her hand again,
As she felt cold pain,
Her hands were freezing,
Breeze could feel his shame.

She suddenly felt warmer,
As he said quiet "Sorry",
He disappeared in dark,
Ending my short story.

Girl survived a night,
As if she was protected,
She never felt a cold
From that day again.

-The end-

A/n:
I am not sure what to say about this story...
They are getting more abstract, perhaps?

(Cover is, like always, only illustrative.
Picture was drawn by BelleDeese,
http://www.wallpaperup.com/563185/Vocaloid_Hair_Braid_hair_Clouds_Snow_Anime_Girls.html)

Well, hope you enjoyed it anyways~!

-Sany-