Silverblosssoms's contest

Shana looked at Kenta's back as he was going back to his house, saluting her sloppily with his hand. Although he was a meanie, why did he give her his pull? He was obviously chilling from the cold, having difficulties to stand the cold, yet he chose to give it to instead of protecting himself.

As he went away, mist formed by the heat of her breath, appeared, and faded away. Her hands on this clothing, she felt a little glad he was turning his back toward her because this mist's appearance was clearly increasing its rhythm. Foolish heart of hers, why did it have to beat so fast right now?

As the faint smile she had faded, the comfortable warmth of this pull kept on giving her the feeling she should never let him go and get him back by her side. Her smiled had changed into something mixed between sweet happiness and bitter regrets… Her eyes were looking in the void he left on his passage.

Her heart was throbbing as she tried to find in her the resolve to run after him. A cold wind was slight pulling her hairs so she used her fingers to keep them away, not really letting go of this one pull. Tomorrow, when she would give it back, what would it be like?

The gentle melody of her heartbeat and breath left her no doubt that she could no longer keep her feelings inside her, she was going to say everything, she was going to be honest, she had to gather her courage, to make up for the days she spent answering his teasing by coldness…

As she decided all of that, she wondered if the warmth his pull was giving her would be the same she would ever feel from him. She blushed slightly as she thought that people's warmth was something incredible, that was even  able to keep others from the cold, as if she was being sheltered, this frail her, this part of her she couldn't disclose to the world, because she was afraid of being hurt, was it really something that had to stay in the shadows? Wouldn't he be there to stand strong by her side?

However, all that was actually mere thinking, mere presumption that what she was feeling inside wasn't from this pullover, given to her by pure politeness, but from the person who gave it to her, the same who years ago gave her this hair pin she never let go off, and would probably never loose whatever the cost. The small heart it was displaying might have been the omen of what had been going on right now.

Building inside her, slowly, but most certainly surely, had been shut off by her consciousness because she was afraid he would reject her… a new hope let it go outside of its shell. Was it really fine? Her feelings mixed inside her, as she tried to understand her true self, as she was trying to ascertain if she could keep her hopes high. Would that ever be something she could look for? Would that be something she would get hurt about? All she knew is that, she had to try because she would cry and be hurt anytime he wouldn't be by her side.

Unable to leave the place for the moment, she tried to quiet herself looking at the position he saluted her with this chilling hand of him. Wondering in the lands of dreams for the moment as if she could find an answer in the chaos of her inner self, obviously trying to catch this lingering moment so to never let go it, so to cherish it with her whole might, body, and minds. As a charm of strength, as a charm of happiness, as something she would never forget so she could keep it for her darkest moments in life.