I begin my tale on a cold winter's eve. Outside, I could hear the wind screaming through the trees. Snow was falling in droves across the lawn. There was no way I was getting out of this cabin anytime soon. I turned from the window and faced Alexander. He sat by the fire, hogging my favorite chair. I glared sullenly at him, wishing for the thousandth time that he wasn't here. My stupid mother decided that it was time for us to reconcile our differences and get back together.

"I don't want you here," I growled.

"I know; that's the sixth time you've said that," he stated.

I rolled my eyes; that was one of the reasons I broke up with him. I hated his calmness. When we were dating I wished he would've reacted more to what I did. I turned back to the window and wrapped my arms around my middle. Even though I broke up with him, I still loved him, but what I didn't know was if he even loved me all. I sighed and opened my mouth to say something when he interrupted.

"Are we going to talk at all?"

I turned my head to look at him.

"I don't know. Do you really want to talk?" I asked.

"No, I'd rather be at home," he answered. That answer hit close to home. I stalked forward, ready to scream at him. But before I could lay in on him, he stopped me.

"Don't, Eliza, you're only going to get hurt." He stood, reaching his 6'3" height quickly. Alex walked toward me until we stood toe to toe. I tilted my gaze up to see his midnight blue eyes, burning with a feeling I couldn't describe.

Emily Radenmacher
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