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Snow fell under the silver rays of moonlight: spotlights for their spiraling dance.

It cushioned our backs and covered our bodies, yet neither of us moved: we stayed lying on the ground; the cold having long crept through our clothing and chilled our bones.

There was the barest amount of space between us- sides separated by a sliver of air that prickled with warmth from our combined heat.

We were freezing, yet lying next to each other we were impossibly warm.

Your eyes were transfixed on the stars, lips slightly parted, causing soft clouds of breath to appear. My attention on the other hand, was on you.

I watched you watch the stars, which looked down on us with knowing eyes.

Out of nowhere, you smiled, gaze catching mine when you turned your head.

“I hate winter,” you said, laughing slightly. “But somehow, right now, it’s not so bad. Lying here with you, the stars seem so much more alive.”

“Well aren’t you poetic.” You laughed again, shifting slightly, pushing more snow on me until suddenly, your shoulder was pressed into mine- small tendrils of warmth seeping in from that small point of contact.

“It’s hard to believe that everyone is sleeping, missing this,” you breathed, gaze devouring my snow-soaked face.

“It wouldn’t be the same.”

“How so?” I didn’t respond, though it didn’t matter, for you saw the answer in my eyes and smiled.

“You’re right, it wouldn’t. There’s something special about this moment, right here.” I gave a small laugh because to most, there was nothing special about lying in the lawn of your house, bathed in the pale light of the pouch and the moon, and steadily being covered in snow. But nonetheless, despite it being the early hours of the morning and that the temperature was well below freezing, there was something special about this moment. Just the simple act of lying here with you in the silence of the winter night was breathtakingly different from the fast paced, loud motion of typical life during the day.

“I wish life could be like this every day,” you murmured, still staring at me. I agreed, because I knew come tomorrow, whatever spell we’ve created here would be broken and we would be back on separate paths.

Two paths leading to different lives; different schools, that only managed to converge for a brief moment because of overlapping breaks.

I left tomorrow while you would remain here for another two weeks.

Skyping and texting and phone calls just weren’t the same as face to face interaction.

One couldn’t get this feeling, this warmth, through the phone.

I leaned more into your touch, shivering until our entire sides were pressed together.

“Cold?” You asked quietly. I nodded, wiping off some of the snow on my face. “Yeah, same here.”

“You don’t seem like it.”

“You’re keeping me warm enough.” I snorted in response to your grin, rolling my eyes.

“Were you always this cheesy?”

“I think the term is romantic.”

“Yeah, you’re romantic alright.” You huffed, though that ever present smile was still on your face. Slowly, you turned your head back towards the sky, blinking away flakes of snow. Just as slowly, you grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together so that they rested, connected, on the crease between our legs.

We lay in silence for a while, watching snow gently fall, framed in a background of stars.

The barest hint of sun was beginning to peak above the horizon; barely there rays slicing through the darkness.

With a gentle squeeze of my hand you whispered, “I’m going to miss you.” I sighed, giving you a small, sad smile.

“I know, me too.”

“I wish our spring breaks matched up. How long until summer?” I gave a soft chuckle, squeezing your hand back.

“An entire semester.” Groaning, you pressed your face into the side of my head.

“Your nose is freezing,” I laughed, trying to shift away from the cold object pressing against my cheek. A muffled scream left my mouth when you dumped a pile of snow on my face with your free hand, laughing all the while.

“Now your nose is cold too,” you whispered in my ear, prompting a half-hearted punch from me after I had finished brushing the snow off.

“My nose was already cold, idiot.” With a chuckle, you pressed a cold kiss to my cheek.

“I hate you.”

You snorted when you responded. “No, you don’t.”

“Sadly,” I sighed, “You’re right. I should hate you, you’re a pain, but for some reason I don’t.” You gave me a small smile, pressing your face back into me.

“Well, you better get used to the pain, ‘cause it’s going to be around for a long time.” I joined in on your laughter, smiling afterwards.

“Wouldn’t want it any other way.” Your grin was breathtaking; elating in a way that made my heart soar.

“The sun’s rising,” you whispered, glancing at the sky for a moment before returning your gaze to me. I nodded, because you hated goodbyes just as much as I did, and neither of us were ready for the inevitable diverging of our paths. The only thing that made that thought bearable was the knowledge that they would once again converge, just as they did time and time again.