Lost Hope

I am so cold. Rustling off in the distance possess my tired eyes to open. A man dressed in winter gear stands atop the hill. Axel? No, his brown hair has hints of grey. His chocolaty eyes bring back memories of the cabin. It couldn't be. I push my body from the pillowy cushion of snow and sit on my knees. The wind picks up his scent, carrying the familiar smell of cedar smoldering in a fireplace like he had just been in his office. "e;Dad,"e; the word escapes my lips so quiet and weak that I'm afraid he didn't hear me. Tears rush down my cold cheeks when I see him point in my direction. Another masculine silhouette walks up and stands next to him. Fresh water and mossy pine drift my way. Axel. He looks just the way I had last seen him. Disheveled white button-down tee, dark blue jeans, messy raven's black hair. A petite feminine silhouette walks up to the other side of my father. I can feel her power. I want so much to be angry at her, but all I feel is relief. Axel found them. He found my parents. Axel comes sprinting my way as sob after sob escapes me. He stops a few feet from me. His hand raised to the air, almost like it's pressed to a window. "e;No,"e; I whine. The barrier is real. Axel pounds on the barrier, "e;We're gonna get you out of here, Snowflake."e; my bare and cold body feels warm again. I thought I would never hear his voice again.