Winter
Wise
Chapter
1
Elizabeth raised
the mug to her plush, bubblegum pink lips, taking a sip of the
fresh, warm coffee and savouring the taste. She placed the mug
back on the table, steam rising to dissapear in the brisk winter
air.
She looked at
the street, observing and silently commenting on everything she
saw. The people that roamed, the booming city noises that filled
her ears, the buildings that kissed the sky.
Then, she turned
to him, staring vacantly with her large, soft gray eyes, which
were usually green during the summer. Her lips parted into a
smile, perfectly aligned and bright white teeth
showing.
"You know
what I love about the city, Austin?" she asked, voice low,
but loud enough to be heard.
"Well,
knowing you, Liz, it's probably some deep, emotional,
serene-type thing," he said, sarcasm mixed with a bit of
laughter in his voice.
She chuckled, a
cloud of air appearing. "Everything – every person,
every object, every building has a story. And no story is the
same. Isn't that amazing? Thinking that there's
something...greater behind everything."
Austin smiled,
dimples indented in his cheeks.
"Sorry, I
went Buddha again, didn't I?"
"Kinda,"
Austin nodded, laughing. "But I've been friends with you
for thirteen years now, so it's nothing
new."
"I think
really won you over when we were five and I told you the
different types of sand when we were in the sandbox,"
Elizabeth grinned.
"And
despite your weirdness, I managed to stay friends with you.
Isn't that something?"
They both
laughed, thinking about the amusing memories of when they were
younger.
She took the
last sip of her now cooled coffee. "Ready to
go?"
"Yup,"
he said, tasting the last bit of his coffee as well. "Where
are we going now?"
"It's
New York, we're young, and it's winter break. So anywhere
you desire, young man," she replied, her long, strawberry
blonde hair flowing under her gray beanie as she twirled around.
She skipped down the street, getting a few strange looks from
passing people.
Austin shook his
head and let out a short laugh, sticking his hands in his coat
and following her.
He hoped against
hope,
thinking that he
could mean more to her in this city.
