He ran for so long it felt like his legs would fall off. He had an engagement to meet however, and he convinced himself it was worth sacrificing a pair of limbs for. It was a few days after Christmas. Whether it was still late night or now early morning had become a blur to him as he dashed headlong into the opposing elements. The ever growing snow storm committed itself as a formidable obstacle, along with the below freezing, numbing cold. He cradled the package under his coat protectively. To him, it was as precious as a new-born contrived of gold. There was something dear to him past these ice-caked, white streets, and there was nothing short of divine intervention that would keep him from her. The chill wind picked up and hit him like a punch to the sternum. He slowed, but didn't stop. He couldn't stop. He turned the corner onto her block so fast that he almost slid off the sidewalk and took a spill onto the empty street. By now he was so terribly numb that the symptoms of his newly acquired pnemonia remained unfelt. He coughed hard into the oncomming air and raced up her steps, collapsing right in front of her door. He nearly lost consciousness from over exertion. The door opened moments later to reveal the one he had risked health and limb for. Slowly he brought himself up on a knee and extended the package to her. "Open it." he said between his weezing. She delicately pulled the brown wrapping to reveal it's contents, and slowly smiled. Inside was a story he had written for her, about her. The smile was one that emitted all the warmth he needed on a cold, winter's night.
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