Her footsteps rammed down the thick snow. She exhaled, her breath white as silver rising in puffs. The sun shone dazzlingly in patches. Chestnut brown hair fell over her shoulders, dry and matted because of the biting cold, and snowflakes kept clinging on to every of her hair strands.
Day and night, she wandered in the forever dim and immense frost. Her heart harbored only a question: Where are they now in this vast field? If she were to ask a second question, then how could she ever find them, again? Rummaging for them in a place like this was no different from hitting pay dirt, and in this case, snow. She couldn’t just risk digging up and getting her hand frostbite.
She longed for them. As she could recall, they were younger than her a year old, with mischievous gestures and always acting so pleasingly towards her. Even till now, she still awaited so that she could hear stupidly childish laughter from them once more. Those pinky hair strands covered her face when their lips touched and hot gasps between them lingered in her mind. They confessed her their love. Especially when it comes to their red rosy pupils, flaring up into her greaness of soul. But in the end, they vanished, leaving her here with amorous loneliness.
How long has passed before her eyes since she last saw them? She has grown bored with the immaculate cold, desperately illuminating the road with her lantern only to hope to see a familiar faint figure and let them comfort her fatigue that has been repressed. She wished she could be a wolf running wildly through the old pine forests, howling to the sparrows on the branches to seek for traces. She will ask them about that one person with crimson eyes, laughing and chatting to hide away their sorrowful heart. She wished to be a wolf, so that she could run like the wind, gently and skillfully, to find them wherever they are. Perhaps it would be much merrier to have them here by the murmuring river under the dim twilight of the summer night, together listening to the melodious rustling of the sleeping forest.
What a hassle! She was very upset with their unintelligible attitude and action. However, her heart also filled with tolerance, and year after year she kept searching for them. Every time the solitary night surrounded her, she would call their name in her waking dream and chase after them, following the steps of the bright stars. Sadly, the only thing she grasped was snowflakes and the harsh cold of a new day. And the journey of tracing their trail continued to repeat.
She didn’t blame them. Never was. She could be vexed, but she always reminded herself that they must have their own reason to leave. She was vexed because they left her with a fear: Fear that she would never be able to hug tightly in their embrace again. Of course, she knew they were always desolate, how could she not know that tormented and suffocating look when she looked them in the eye? They wanted to say something, wanted to be found on the barren turf. Hence, she would become their beacon, guiding them even in the darkest nights.
She believed that day would come. She was not the only one groping in the dark. Furthermore, she had hope, longing to see that gentle smile once again. An ember of hope could transmit hope if only that person still has faith in them. Not all those who wander are lost, which is also her that would definitely reach out to them wholeheartedly. The one that gave them her waiting promise, and forever waiting for a true answer.