*Lillian sat outside, looking around at the falling snowflakes. After every few minutes, her eyesight would return to her paper, and she'd gracefully slide her hand all around the pad of paper, drawling quite a few snowflakes. In the background she was in the process of drawling an angel, her wings extended, she's about to take flight. But something's holding her back.. Something she can't figure out. Something that keeps her up at night, wondering, wishing, waiting..*
((Sorry this took so long, I've been suffering from a rough case of writer's block.))
Aaron took a deep lungful of the brisk air. It slightly stung but it was also quite rejuvenating. The grounds were quiet and the snow drifted lazily to the ground. Deep drifts had already started accumulating on the ground. He marveled in the feel of the soft ice crystals melting as they came in contact with his cold skin. If he focused his enhanced senses enough, he could make out each individual spoke on the snowflake. He started to walk around. The air was still; not a single breeze interrupted the snow. If there was one element he could control, he would want it to be air. Okay, maybe water too, but his mind changed so easily.
Aaron couldn't detect many minds around him. He softly swept his mind out to pick up stray thoughts. He smiled at what he found. Well there's a familiar mind. He thought.He walked toward his finding's direction. He hadn't seen his friend in a while with all his class changes and vacations. He stood over Lillian's shoulder and watched her doodle on a sheet of paper.
"Hey, there." He said.
Doesn't look up, and nods slightly. Her thoughts take on a slightly saddened attitude. She hasn't talked in a little over two weeks, and she doesn't plan on starting again anytime soon.