He was quite used to the sensation of falling by now.

The roar of the wind and the whoosh of the gale as he skyrocketed south didn't bother him anymore. He was acquainted with the feeling of the twirling and the swirling up in the deep, dark sky.

He still held the twinge of fear burning within him. The 'I'm going to die' fear. Who wouldn't have that fear while plummeting from the clouds onto the ground below.

He shifted forward. Not a lot so his whole body flew out of control, but just enough so that he sped daintily across the night in the breeze.

He could barely make out the giant skyscrapers through the flurry of snowflakes. From above, all he could see was little yellow blobs. The light in the windows. The buildings looked like they were overflowing with fireflies.

He twisted his body so he was flat, somewhat floating now. He lightly drifted down to peer into the windows of the apartment, congratulating himself as he landed unsteadily and roughly on the balcony, a perfect view of the tiny living quarters.

Their was a neatly trimmed, quaint Christmas tree perched next to the lit fireplace. The fire crackled and popped and the tree stood stoically beside it, looking like it almost guarded the gifts that were cautiously placed beneath it.

The tree was laced with multicolored LED lights from top to bottom. The tree skirt was a picture of a reindeer trotting in a circle, leading Santa's sleigh into the dark night.

The ornaments were hung at the end of every fluffed up branch. Extravagant ones and minuscule ones and singing ones and light up ones. There were ornaments that just hung a laminated picture by string as well.

He could make out an image of a long-legged woman with hair down to her chin. The woman's blonde hair looked almost dusted in gold, glinting in the sun. A man's large, bear paw was planted on her hip, his arm wrapping around her waist.

The picture was taken from behind the couple, so all he saw was their backs. But he could tell that the man had a profound jawline, and his persona almost made him positive that the man was smiling. Coffee brown locks of curls were tucked in behind his ears, and he could see a diminutive scar swirling from his left ear and down his neck.

The woman was radiant. Her hair held a rippling affect in the wind, rolling down to her chin in a way that almost looked like waves of the ocean. Her skin was pale and bright and seemed to glow in the lighting from the setting. She was tall, almost as tall as the man, at least five feet ten inches, he would say. Her white blouse wavered in the slight breeze, her arm curled around the man's waist.

The backdrop was white, soft white snow covering every inch of the outdoors. The trees looked majestic in the dove-colored layer that rested on top of the branches. The couple was huddled together, walking, it seemed, at the same pace, their feet in step with each other. The woman wore an oversized hoodie and skinny jeans, with a pair of brown boots with fur along the circumference. The man had on a evergreen and rose red sweater that seemed to suit him. He wore loose jeans and large orange-tan boots on his feet. A couple snowflakes were softly tangled in their hair and melting at their touch.

He felt himself slightly start to become it again, just barely, but it was still occurring. He prayed he could see the couple again after the little peek-in like last time. It was luck that had helped him land on their balcony again, and he reckoned he wouldn't be able to do it once more.

The door swung open. The man trotted into the room with a grin on his face, as expected, his other half in tow behind him. Their cheeks were rosy and tinted with blush, her hands in fuzzy mittens. She wore a wool beanie on her head, right above her bangs that swiped to the right. The soft gray color of the beanie brought out her astonishing eyes.

She looked at the man, and just that simple glance was like a musical. There were songs combined with acting merged with dancing held just in that one glance.

She wove a song with her eyes, a love song to him. The emotion was clear and broad as daylight. The acting part was how she faked her emotions, and didn't speak upon her feelings for him. She loved the man. Apparently he didn't recognize the clear message coming from her looks sent his way. The dancing section of the musical was the way her heart leapt and spun and shimmied around in her rib cage whenever he so much as smiled at her, which was frequent, as they lived in the same apartment.

Her one glance held a musical.

It was Christmas Eve, he believed, as the clock hanging on the wall exclaimed it was around forty seven minutes until Christmas Day.

The television had been flicked on and the glow of the screen was lighting up the living room.

The man sat on the sofa and found a good Christmas movie to watch as she made them cups of cocoa.

He couldn't hear them talking because of the glass slider door dividing them, but he saw the woman curl up beside the man on the couch, handing him his mug of hot chocolate.

As the movie on ABC family proceeded, he frequently saw the couple throw their heads back and laugh at something an elf said into a phone. He also saw how the man snuck a peek at the woman, in the middle of her giggles, and smiled.

Her laughter was a tornado. She was a tornado.

She swept up the man's heart and carried his mind to another place. After she hit, he was a complete mess.

He watched the couple shift and slide over so that they were inadvertently bumping shoulders. They occasionally sipped their cocoa and subtly slipped glances to each other.

The time slowly dwindled away until Christmas approached, approximately two minutes until the big day. Even he could feel the awkwardness radiating off of the couple, as he lay on the balcony that was separated by a glass door. The second hand swung around the clock and he saw their eyes follow the ticking line. The Christmas movie was soon forgotten as the pressure from the growing stares to each other (that were not all that subtle anymore) grew.

He saw the clock strike twelve. It was Christmas.

He saw the pair that could honestly be the definition of skinny love peek at one another. They didn't look away this time.

The woman lightly bit down on her lip and smiled at him. The man's hand crept onto her thigh and intertwined their fingers. They silently faced each other, their eyes locked, and the tension snapped.

Her hand sidled into his hair and his free hand gripped the side of her hip as their lips clashed together in a frenzy of years filled with pent up love.

Her peach colored lipstick smeared all over his lips and down his neck as they kissed and his hands wandered everywhere, diving to her hair and then dropping to her hips and then massaging her thighs. The soft tinkle of Christmas music, the Carol of the Bells, played on the television as they eventually changed positions, him setting his head on the pillow on the couch, so he was in a laying-down position. She was sprawled on top of him. Her fingers were stroking his cheeks lovingly, as his were settled at her waist.

She began to laugh. Their movement was limited for a couple seconds as she said something to the man that he could not make out, until the man joined in and threw back his head as well.

Her head rested on top of his chest, her ear mushed onto the red hoodie he wore, listening to the deep, fast paced thump, thump of his heart.

As he lay paralyzed on the balcony, he realized they had fallen asleep in each other's hold. His arms were wrapped around her waist as hers were looped behind his neck. They looked peaceful. Angelic.

He saw their relationship progress as he lay on the balcony for a long period of time. They were no longer the best friends that awkwardly held their love internally. They expressed all of their feelings to each other in all different ways. Some that he wished he had gotten a warning for.

He was proud of the two of them. Last time, they couldn't come within a four foot proximity of each other without dropping what they held or stammering and walking away. He soaked up his last opportunities he had to see them. To see people this joyous. Because the warmer months were coming.

It was in March. It was usually around that time. He shouldn't have been surprised when it happened.

As he watched them trot around the kitchen in a waltz, his hand on her waist and hers on his shoulder, their hands clasped above their heads, he felt it.

It was his time to completely let go.

He wished he could say goodbye. He really did. But he couldn't speak, or interact, for he was just a mere speck of frozen water.

But the problem was, he wasn't staying the frozen water being he had been since December.

The slow process of melting had begun back in December, but this was a sped up melting process, the process so painful and antagonizing, like his body was being slowly ripped away from you. But that wasn't the most anguishing part of becoming the new creature. It was the fact he was leaving them. For good this time.

As he melted down to a puddle, the pain eventually fading, he began to rise as the sun beat upon his body. The process was normal for him. He was used to this part, as well. The floating, the flying.

After the months passed, he was finally back into his friend, the cloud. He smiled at him, and asked, "Rough round, man?"

He pondered this. "It was unbearable. Leaving my friends at the best time of their relationship."

He moped for days upon days. Nobody understood what he went through. Usually they landed on sidewalks and were peed on by dogs, they said. Or they floated onto the street and were run over multiple times. But his experience was different. He witnessed love.

It became that time of year again. He prepared himself for the flight and was launched into the night sky, dropping down onto the awaiting city. He had a mission. He tried to control his flight pattern as much as possible and was so close. So so close. He was moving slower than molasses. He saw their balcony. He saw them on the balcony. His friends. The man was hugging her from behind. The woman had a newly placed rock perched on her finger.

He had made it. He drifted onto a fellow snowflake and internally smiled. He didn't just see love this time. He felt love.

a/n

This is my entry in Noelle, @hepburnettes Frost one shot competition! I hope you like it!