When snow melts

Subtitle: I am lonely

The sky was gray, soon it would start to snow. I sighed and fought my way through the crowd. They rushed through the city with a blissful smile on their faces, packed with shopping bags.
"What is it that made her so happy?" I asked myself, although I already knew it. I just didn't understand, never understood. How could you look forward to just one day of the year? I never liked that day. I shook my head. I would never get it. I didn't care. I kept walking and no longer paid any attention to the people around me. What did i care? I was alone, as always, and that was fine with me. I got used to it.
The wind ruffled my hair as I left downtown. I followed the road and now stood right by the sea. Sighing, I leaned against the railing. The sea was disheveled and restless like my hair with which the wind played.A single little snowflake sailed down from the sky. It was so white and pure, I had to reach out my hand to catch it. Immediately it melted, leaving nothing but a wet stain.
I sighed. Too bad. But what else did I expect? I looked at the sea again. It wasn't blue but gray, gray like the sky. I looked around quickly but couldn't see anyone. Very good. I started to sing softly, it was so comforting. I didn't know how long I stood there and sang, I didn't have a watch and it didn't matter anyway. Suddenly I heard a noise behind me. Startled, I turned around and, to my horror, saw a girl there. It smiled warmly.
"You sing beautifully," she said, still smiling. I looked at the girl with wide eyes. Nobody had heard me sing before.
"D - you were listening?" I asked nervously. The girl nodded with a smile.
"You have a wonderful voice!"
I shook my head and backed away until my back was on the railing.Confused, the girl looked from me. She had really beautiful eyes, big and bright blue, like the sea was on sunny days.
A lot of snowflakes fell from the sky now and landed in my hair, but I didn't care. I had to get out of here. I ran as fast as I could. I hoped this would get rid of her, but, as always, my hopes were not fulfilled. "Wait!" The girl matures, panting. She ran after me. Just why? Fortunately, I had always been very athletic and the girl, it seemed to me, was quite unsportsmanlike. Suddenly I heard a scream. It was the girl. I wanted to keep running, but I stopped. I didn't know why, but I turned around. She was lying on the floor, she must have fallen. “Very good,” I thought, “finally I'm rid of her.” I wanted to turn around and leave, but the girl lifted her head and I saw her beautiful eyes again. They held me tight, wouldn't let me go.I saw in those eyes everything that I had always wanted.
I slowly lay through the snow and kneeled in front of her.
"Do you need help?"
She smiled and sat up.
"You're weird."
I didn't say anything and she smiled. And so we sat there in the snow until I noticed that she was trembling.
"Are you cold?" I asked softly. She nodded.
“I'll take you home.” I didn't know why I said that, but it was right, I knew that. The girl smiled and nodded again. We got up and I brushed the snow off my pants. We walked side by side in silence. It was nice not to be alone.
"What's your name actually?"; the girl asked me and smiled at me. "By the way, my name is Mina."
I looked at her, she was still beaming.
"Sophie ..." I mumbled and Mina was satisfied with that.
Again we were silent. It was still snowing.
"This is where I live," said Mina suddenly. I looked around. Have we actually already been there?The time had passed in a flash. "Why only?" I asked myself, I already knew it.
Mina reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a key. In a moment I would be alone again, as I had always been, but not as usual I didn't care, no, I was sad.
Mina opened the door and went inside. I was about to say "bye" when she turned around again. Her blue eyes shone.
"Don't you want to come in with me?"
I didn't expect that and I stood there in silence. Mina blinked at me, slightly confused.
"Do not you have time?"
Did I have time? I had all the time in the world. My mother died when I was 5 and when I turned 12 my father lost his job. He started drinking and stopped taking care of me. He didn't care, he didn't care. He didn't even notice when I left or when I came back. He just sat in front of the telly and drank. I had all the time in the world. But did I want to stay with Mina?"I would like to come in with you," I replied. I didn't know why I wanted to stay, but I didn't care. Mina beamed and I entered. The house was big, her parents had to make a good living.
We sat at a large table and Mina got us something to drink. Warm tea. It warmed me up, I hadn't noticed how cold I was getting.
"Where are your parents?" I asked the girl. Mina's look became sad and I regretted asking questions.
"My mother works. She almost always works, never has time for me. She's a lawyer," she added, looking down. "My father is dead."
I was silent. Mina looked at me in amazement.
"Why don't you say you're sorry like everyone else?" She asked, looking at me.
"Because you don't want to hear it," I reply. Mina looked at me even more puzzled, but then she began to smile.
"You're right," she said. "I hate when someone tells me. How did you know?"I was about to answer, but I didn't say anything. I didn't want her to be sad. I wanted to keep looking at her smile. Mina didn't ask any further.
"Let's celebrate Christmas," she called happily. I turned pale. I had never celebrated Christmas before, at least I couldn't remember it. I had always been alone that day, a day like any other. Mina saw my hesitation, got up and pulled me up. Her blue eyes begged me, she didn't want to be alone and I realized that I didn't want to either. It was strange. How could everything have changed so quickly?
I nodded to Mina. She was beaming and jumping around excitedly, like a small child, but she couldn't be much younger than me.
We decorated the tree, told stories and ate pastries. It was just like I'd always imagined Christmas. Not alone, but together. I was happy for the first time. It was a strange feeling, but I liked it.I looked outside. It had gotten dark, but it continued to snow.
"Are you staying tonight?" Mina asked me softly and smiled. And then it struck me: I didn't want to go home, back to my drinking father, back to loneliness. I wanted to stay here.
Mina was happy when she heard that. She took me to a nicely furnished room, apparently the guest room. I said goodnight to Mina, fell on the big bed and fell asleep. A sleep without nightmares, very different from usual. So peaceful.
The next morning we had breakfast. Her mother wasn't there and I didn't ask, I didn't want Mina to be sad.
"It was very nice, thank you," I said quietly to her as I said goodbye.
"Will we meet again?"
Mina's voice sounded sad, but when I nodded it began to shine again. "Will you sing for me then?"
I hesitated, but then nodded again. Why not?
I left the house. It was still snowing.I put out my hand and two small white snowflakes landed on top of her. Immediately they began to melt. I smiled and went on. Home. Because now I wasn't alone anymore.