Love Began with the First Meeting

With growing curiosity and concern, Molly watched him run away abruptly. She didn't know what Brian was up to and couldn't help walking there to understand what was happening when she heard some noise coming from inside. It surprised her to see the whole mess inside with clothes all over the floor. Molly gazed from one end of the closet to another before she finally fixed her eyes on Brian.

Brian asked impatiently with an underlying sense of anger,"Where are the gloves?"

Molly frowned and pointed instinctively at a drawer on the bench's bottom in the closet. Brian's face grew pale, as he had checked out every part of the closet except this drawer which was the right one.

Brian grabbed the gloves, put them on Molly's hands and pulled her outside. He pressed a button on his way out. All of a sudden, the dark yard which previously had only one single light was now lit up even the snow began to sparkle under the illuminating colored lights.

Standing in the yard, Molly, dressed in a thick coat which was keeping her warm and comfortable, looked around curiously and then looked at Brian who was still dressed in the suit with a frown as if to ask what he was up to.

"Aren't you happy? I remember the last time we made snowmen together you seemed pretty happy. Let's do it again and enjoy these moments!" Brian talked down to her almost like he was a king who was rewarding his servant. But in contrary, his expression indicated his embarrassment.

what she just heard, she pointed at Brian, herself and then the snow. It

not? It's late now and you just had fever. You can't stay outside for too long, it will worsen your condition," replied Brian blatantly.

across her heart, Molly's nose twitched and her eyes misted with

yet again. He walked up to her, wiped her tears away and said,"Okay, okay. There's no rush. You can play as long as you want. Just

remember and cherish every minute now on like it was the last moment they were together. Molly took a deep breath and smiled. She grabbed Brian's arm

colored bulbs twinkled under the dark sky making the entire scene appear so romantic. There was no room for depression on such a beautiful snowy night. Molly was making a snowman while Brian stood still, watching her engrossed with it. She came to him with an angry face like a child as she pointed

asked for? He was so powerful that he

eye to the arrogant egotistical man, put her hands on her hips like a queen who was demanding Brian to help her. If he didn't

a duel of egos where neither of them were willing to back down, in the yard covered with snow. Molly knew she had to leave soon, so she wanted to leave with happy memory of them making snowmen together