Seeking permission {Jorg/Ani}

It's definitely cold out. The dead branches in the trees shift around as a breeze flies through the sky. Snow covers the ground hiding the crunchy, brown grass, yet with each step I take, the ground crunches. Gray clouds sit high in the sky shielding the sun from shining through, and it pours the white rain towards the earth. When I breathe our, I can see my breath crystallize in front of me. It's nice looking. My cheeks burn bright red from the cold air. It feels like my face is burning, but I guess that's from being too cold. My thin jacket drapes over my shoulders as I draw it tighter doing everything I can to protect myself from the harsh reality of winter.

My eyes shift through the abandon yards as I move forward. The only signs of life is smoke coming from chimneys. I can only imagine what it feels like standing in front of a fire warming up after this treacherous journey through the cold, but the outcome should be worth it. Some might find it stupid what I'm doing, yet it's not. I want to make sure they approve before I do anything else. My life has changed so much since I met Mist. She's helped me in so many ways, and I can't imagine my life without her. Each day I see her it's like I'm falling in love over and over again. The way the butterflies dance in my stomach. The way my whole day improves just by staring in her eyes.

It's then I see their house in the distance. I can feel the smile spreading wide across my face as my pace quickens. It's amazing what a little bit of joy can do in a person's life. Maybe this is the breakthrough I've needed since my parents obviously never cared. My hair stands straight in the air as another gust of wind bashes against me - it's a miracle I'm still standing, but I don't let that stop me. My feet pound against the snow as I sprint to the door. Hopefully Mr. or Mrs. Jay answers because it's them I want to talk to. It's them who's permission I seek. Maybe they'll be open minded about it and not completely shut me down. Maybe they'll listen.

My fist pounds against the door three times before stopping. I run my hands together trying to stay warm, and the grin spreading wide across my face grows larger and larger with each passing second.