Frozen

She had only her bra and her panties on. He had only his underwear. “There is no more going back now.” She thought. She had been waiting for that moment for a long time; the only thing missing was the perfect match. The boy of her dreams, the one that she loved. And she had finally found the one. The one that had the key to her heart. Or at least she thought. Her body was comfortably going, but in her mind there was something telling her not to go ahead. “This is the moment I’ve been waiting for, so what is wrong? I love him, and I’m sure he loves me back, so why is my mind telling me to stop?” she couldn’t stop wondering. So she finally decided to step out and stop, since she wasn’t feeling well. She knew she would regret if she kept going. Suddenly, the door opened and a lot of people came into the room. “Who are these people, what is happening?” And she saw a camera, they were taping it. “What is going on? What are they doing here?” She finally asked him, her love. “Relax, baby. They’re just taping it.” So she got up and got her clothes from the floor and covered herself. And then she walked away. There was a snowstorm outside, and she was almost naked. She was freezing, along with her heart. The tears that started while she left the house wouldn’t stop. She fell on the snow, and there she stayed. Until she froze. She was dead, from a heart disease.