The Funeral (Open)

"I'm fine." I caught my breath and smiled at him. "That was so much fun!" I laughed. He looked at me like I was crazy, but it was honestly the most fun I've had in a very long time. My legs were practically buried in snow but I couldn't feel it. They were numb and the only thing I could feel was excitement and happiness. "I think we should do it again." I smile at him. I laughed again, stood up, and brushed the snow off my clothes.

"I'm fine, I promise." I smile at him. I get even more excited as he begins making his way up the hill. I walk beside him and can't keep the smile off my face. I can't believe how much fun I was having. I never wanted this night to end. Hopefully, we will make a habit of coming here and hanging out with each other. Because to be honest, I hope we meet here every night for a long time. We've only met here twice, but I love it. It makes me look forward to something.

"Is it hard?" I ask him. I don't want to screw up and get us both hurt or killed or something. "What happens if I can't stop it?" I start to get nervous, but it could be fun to drive it. I decide to try it. "Nevermind, we'll be fine. I wanna do it!" I laugh. I sit on the front of the sled and grab the ropes. Luke sits behind me. "Are you ready?" I smile.

I gently pushed off the snow and we began moving slowly down the hill. When the sled started moving faster, I began to get a little scared. I was afraid that I would crash us into something or drive us into the water. But we safely arrived at the bottom of the hill and I rolled off the sled and began laughing again. I had never laughed this much in one day. "That. Was. Awesome." I smile at him.

We both fell over laughing and I thought I'd be there forever until I felt a snowball hit my stomach. I yelled but it sounded more like a loud laugh. "Hey!" I smiled. I formed a snowball in my hands and threw it at him. I guess I'm not very good at making snowballs because It practically blew up midair. I grabbed another handful of snow, packed it even harder than the first time and threw it at him. This time is held its shape until it hit him.

I tried to catch my breath before answering. "I would like that." I smile. I brush the snow from my coat and we begin walking towards my house. I wonder if he realizes my house is a good twenty minutes from here. Hopefully he has that much time because I don't want him to go. The sun is barely peeking over the ocean, but its enough to turn the sky a purplish-pink color. This is actually my favorite time of day. The color in the sky is my favorite. There's never any color in the districts, besides the dark blue of the ocean and the pink of the morning sky.

I looked down at my feet for a minute. "Ohh, its really nothing." But I could tell by the look on his face that he knew it was something. "Well, my mom is a healer in the district. She's been staying with a sick patient for almost a week now. My dad's mad that she's never home. They've been fighting nonstop. A lot of times my brothers and I go over to my grandparents house to escape the fighting." I looked at him and gave him a slight smile, which was very forced. It was the only thing that kept the tears away. I sighed. I hoped we never got to my house. I could walk with him forever. Days on end. I didn't want to leave him. I tried to stop myself, but I'm sure I've fallen for him now. We've been on two dates haven't we? Unless he thinks they're something much less than that.