This is Such a Strange Day

My name is Tim. Me and my family are living here in New York. It's winter, christmas is growing near. So usually, the sun is not there. I know things that are written here are not quite clear...but that's what this story's about.

I woke up at aroud 8 o`clock in the morning because I slept late last night. There's great movie on show on the TV and I kinda liked it.
We've got no more classes, since the winter is hard and of course christmas.
I ate breakfast. Some hot chocolate and some Oatmeal which I never really like because it tastes like nothing. Anyway, I'm more to going out and playing with my friends.

So i went out. Snow was pouring from the sky. Sometimes its just good to admire these things.

There was no one outside that day, which was really strange because at this point of time people are supposed to be outside...I guess the snow is heavier on the other side...

I took a few steps, like any normal kid walking on the snow. And from a far out distance that is seen by my two eyes, there's a girl. A girl with blonde hair, white skin and wearing a red sweater was kicking the snow.

And at the moment I saw her, that's when the snow stopped pouring down.

As I walk towards her, I felt very warm, very happy...until I realized...I love her...

"Um...hello...what are you doing?" I asked her.
"Nothing, this is what I do when I'm alone...playing by myself..." she replied.
Somehow I don't know what to say.
She stood up.
"Would you like to walk?" she asked me
"Sure..." I answered.
Silence fell as we take our steps. There's no leaves on the trees...
"Can I ask your name?" I asked her
"My name is rachel...that's what people call me..."
she replied.

Silence. I don't know the reason why I walked with her on the first place. She was such a stranger... yet deep inside, she somehow wants to be a somebody...

"How about you? What's your name?" she asked me
"I'm Tim..." I replied, "Are you new here?"
"No. In fact, my family's always been here, in this place of nothingness..." she replied
"Then why is it I saw you only now?" I asked, with confusion
"I don't know. Maybe it's because we don't look carefully around us. Because if we do, we would notice that everything changes..." she replied with a tone of sadness in her voice.

We stopped at the park and we sat on a bench.

"Do you spend most of your time alone?" I asked her
"Yes. And sometimes, we could work and be happy when we're alone..." Rachel replied
"But that can be so dull." I replied, releazing that being alone means you wouldn't talk to anyone.
"No, it's not." she replied, "Have you been alone? Have you expierienced being alone? With no one around? Where it's just you...yourself alone?"
"No, I haven't..." I answered
"Then you don't know how it feels like being alone. So you won't know if it feels dull..."

silence drips from the atmophere.
Rachel doesn't speak much. Maybe she only speaks when she is spoken to...

My heart was thumping. The snow was cold. Her lips are red...
"Have you got any friends around here?" I asked her
"Yes--I thought I've got some friends...but i don't hear from them..." she replied
"How come?" I said
"Maybe it's because...they don't know how it feels like spending a day on your own..." she answered.
"But if you've got some friends, you wouldn't spend you days alone, would you?" I said.

She didn't reply. Perhaps she got tired of explaining or perhaps she realized i'm lacking in understanding what a serious person would say.I guess we're just different.

I don't know what else to say. Talking with a lonely girl is a complicated matter.
I love her. Not for her pretty eyes, or her crimson lips but because of the sadness she inflicted on me...

"I need to go..." she said. She then stood up then started to take steps.
"Rachel! Wait!" I yelled
"I'm sorry, I really need to go..." she yelled back
"Rachel, I love you!" I yelled again. My insides are crawling. The snow poured again.
"What did you say?" she said. she then stopped walking and was looking at me. I slowly approached her...snow was on my head.
"I said...I love you..." I said, then with all my heart, I kissed her on her crescent lips...I felt as though it wasn't winter...I felt as if I live in a desert after all...
Then it ended. The tingling sensation of that kiss ended. I can't believe I did it...Rachel looked at me then ran away...
It was too late for me to run after her...or to ask her if it was all right...

And then, that was the first and last time I saw her. The next day, I didn't see her, and after a few days i heard they migrated to canada.

Now that I'm old I heard from a friend that Rachel has married is now a mother of two sons.

She might've forgotten that kiss I gave her but for me it is the most wonderful memory I will never consider a trash. And I would always remember that strange day when I saw a girl playing on the snow...