She stood by the green lamppost with the chipped paint showing red underneath. Snowflakes settled upon her face and carved lines down her cheeks. Or were those tears? She couldn’t tell. She felt nothing now, only cold. She hated herself for pushing him away but didn’t know what else to do.
She turned when she heard his voice. He stood there in his lamppost-green-color coat and waited for her.
“I can’t give you that.” She looked towards the couple kissing nearby. He didn’t even glance over.
“I don’t expect that,” he said. “We are not them.”
"Cold" is a featured 100-word story from the December Writing Challenge.