The winds were unusually cold for late afternoon, even in the early spring. An unearthly aura was about. My fingers gently brush my cheek as I remove the hair from my face. They feel like ice to me which is natural because of my low circulation. My father always told me to take vitamins but I don't bother with such things. I mean face it, what 18 year old girl listens to her parents? Moving forward, I'm supposed to be meeting Tom here today but it seems he's been delayed. I look down at my watch and catch a glimpse of the time. It seems he's late by far and I become impatient. Looking up at the sky, I notice the clouds have become dim and my eyes waver at such a sight. As a few more minutes pass by Tom shows up in the park. Tom seems to be out of breath and I can tell he has something to say. His head has a mark and I begin to gasp. His eyes look petrified as well. We sit down together, being perturbed as I am, and I listen to what he has to recite.
"First off, I apolog