In the Snow

In the Snow


The snow underneath my feet crushes softly. I feel the coldness seeping in through my shoes. It attacks my toes first and it isn’t long until my socks are soaked. I’ve come to this place to watch her. She always sits there, on the swings and swings her life away. I can’t help but stare in awe. She will never catch me, I hide behind trees, try to stay as far away from her for she might take that pleasure away from me.

I am a bit early today, so I stand against a tree. I sigh, watching as my breath disperses into smoke in the cold air. I close my eyes and I try to imagine her. Her long black hair is flowing in the wind, her emerald eyes look far off into the distance and her red lips stand out against the olive of her skin. I imagine myself alongside her, swinging our lives together. I’m not a perfect match, she deserves so much more, but I can’t help it.

I hear footsteps. I immediately open my eyes and look around me. I can’t see her yet. This place is always so remote, it would be so easy to spot her. I hear laughing. Laughing? Is it her laugh? I’ve never heard her laugh before, much less speak. It stings that I’m not the first to hear it. After all, she is supposed to be mine.

I look around me once more. Where is that laughter coming from? Surely it’s hers, but I think I hear someone else with her, a deeper tone underneath her soft voice. Who are you, voice that stole my soul? This time, I look around me frantically. I have to find them! My heart beats fast and I’ve began panting. My breath comes out in short strokes, the cold air chilling my bones.

There, I see them! Her hat does little to hide her long hair, I can tell it’s her. Who is the guy beside her? He is almost as beautiful as she is. Blond hair with deep blue eyes, he smiles too. Who is he, how dare he smile alongside her? I watch them, careful to hide my body among the trees. My heart sinks as they sit on the swings. She sits on her usual one, and he sits where I’m supposed to be. They lock gazes and I can see her cheeks flush. God, she is even more beautiful when she blushes! I wonder, if I kiss her, will she blush for me too? How will those lips feel, will they be warm and soft, welcoming?

They begin swinging, as always, her hair flows with her, it’s mesmerizing. He follows suit, undoubtedly as amazed as I am. They stop, they talk for awhile. I can’t hear them, they are talking so low. He holds her hand. “No! That was supposed to be for me!” I whisper angrily as my fist hits the bark. I don’t want them to know I am here. He’s looking at her the way I always imagined I would, adoringly, lovingly, warmly. She gives him a coy smile. My beautiful dove, what has he done to you? Why are you acting this way? He leans in closer and she shyly looks away. They stand up, still holding hands and sit on one of the nearby benches. Although it stings, she never fails to enchant me. I can’t look away, I’m too far in.

There he goes again, leaning closer to her. This time, she is not looking away, she’s staring into his eyes. Slowly, her eyes droop and their lips touch. It’s the smallest of kisses, almost like a feather grazing your lips. It’s small but my heart feels like it’s been pummeled because of it. She giggles and he hugs her. Enough! I’ve had enough. She was never mine and now never will be. With that one kiss, he’s stolen everything from me. My vision begins to get blurry. I walk away.

Behind me, I can hear them laughing.

Author’s Note: This was just a small story that I wrote while I was bored at work. I hope you guys enjoyed it!

Cover Image Credit: WallpapersCraft

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To the guy that shot my brother...


To the guy that shot my brother,

On January 9, 2019 my families entire life changed with one phone call. The phone call that my little brother had been shot in the face, no other details. We didn't need any other details. The woman on the phone who called us in full panic told us where he was so we went, as soon as possible. I don't think it helped that not even 10 min prior I talked to Zach on the phone.. kind of irritated with him, and the ONE TIME I didn't say 'I love you' as we hung up. Could've been the last time we ever spoke.. I remember pulling up to the hospital thinking 'this can't be real' 'it's not our Zach' 'this is just a dream Sarah, WAKE UP' I'd close my eyes really tight just to open them, I was still in the hospital emergency parking lot. I could still hear the ambulance sirens coming. It was all real.

The day our life's changed was definitely a test of faith. A test of how strong we were, as a family. I sat in that waiting room ready to see the damage that has been done to my sweet baby brother. Because at that point we had no idea how lucky he got. That glimpse of seeing Zach will haunt me forever. How helpless I felt in that exact moment frequently wakes me up from these horrific dreams I've been having ever since that day. That is a moment burned into my me and families brain forever.

You always hear about these things in the movies or on the news, a house being shot up, someone shooting another innocent person, not to care if they died on your watch. But we found ourselves on the news.. We have been confined to the hospital since that day. Running on barely any sleep, taking shifts of sleep so we don't make ourselves sick taking care of Zach. Watching him suffer. Undergoing surgeries, to repair the damage you did.

Before I proceed let me tell you a little something about the man you shot.

Zachary Keith Wright. A blonde hair blue eyed boy. Who could potentially be the most annoying human on the planet (possibly coming from his sister). A man who loves his God first, loves his family second. Perfect by no means, but almost perfect to me. A 19 year old who was to graduate high school this month. After graduation he was prepping to leave for Marine boot camp in the summer.. being in the military has been Zach's dream since he could talk. Literally. Running around, playing war with underwear on our heads, and finger guns. Some would say we looked like natural born assassins.. growing up he has been a country boy. Let me tell ya country to the core. He loves this country like he loves his family. He believes in helping people, taking charge in what's right, and never leaving a brother behind. He's lived by that his whole life. Until now....

The day you shot him. The day not only did you change my brothers life, you changed his families life too. The day you almost ripped my brother out of this world... for what? A misunderstanding? Because you've let something take ahold of your life that you can't let go you're willing to kill someone innocent over? Luckily for him, his guardian angels were protecting him in your time of cowardice. There were 3 times that day he should've died, the time you shot him, the time you tried to shoot him again as he stared you directly in the face, (even tho he couldn't talk I know you could read his eyes, and he still intimidated you. That's why you tried to pull the trigger again) and the time he was running out of the house. But he lived. A man who was shot in the face, didn't lay there helpless, didn't scream in agony. That MAN walked to the neighbors to get help. Why? Because he's a MAN, and because he's on this earth for a reason.

It's gonna sound a little strange not only to you, but the audience who is reading this. I must say thank you. Even in this situation, this was the best outcome we could get. He gets to live. He will make a full recovery. He will graduate. And he will go off into the Marines. You united my family together. Closer than ever. Thank you. You tested our faith and brought us closer to our God. Thank you. Because of your moment of weakness, you showed us what prayer could do. Heal anything. Thank you. This was a bump in the road, and a helluva way to kick off our year of 2019. But here we are.. all laying in the hospital. I'm looking around as mom is sleeping in her recliner chair exhasted but still here, Zach his awake playing his xbox all hooked up to machines, fighting to heal and get better. And of course I'm writing this letter to you.

See you in trial,

From the girl whose brother you shot.

'Fight the good fight' - 1 Tim 6:12 🤟🏼💙

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