The howling wind lashed viciously at my face. My hands were numb and my body shivered uncontrollably in the cold. I struggled to keep my eyes open against the rain, unrelenting in its mission to prevent me from reaching my destination. I had to see her, no matter what.

I knew that she would be alone tonight. It was my only chance; an opportunity like this would not come again for a long time. Maybe I was stupid, thoughts flickered through my mind over and over. What if it was a waste of time? What if she really didn't love me anymore? But I had to know.

No matter what went through my mind, it didn't seem to make any difference, my legs kept moving. It seemed the faster I tried to walk, the stronger the wind became. It may have been typical of the English weather, but it almost felt like something somewhere did not want me going any further.

As I turned up her street, I could just about make out her house in the distance. If it wasn't for the dimly lit street lamps, I wouldn't have been able to see a thing through the rain. I approached the path leading to her door. What would I say to her? I hadn't thought that far ahead. It was too late now; I had to get out of the cold before I made myself sick. As my first step hit her pathway, I could feel the wind ease up, typical. With my final strides, my feet came to a halt nervously on the doorstep. My hand reached for the doorbell, pausing for only a moment before my finger completed my journey. This was it.

I stood there in anticipation. The light to the hall came on and I could make out a figure walking towards the door through the distorted glass. My heart raced. I took a deep breath as the latch on the door came off. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. As the door creaked open, a breath of warm air hit my face. There she was, now standing in front of me, the look of confusion changing quickly to that of complete shock. "Oh my g...wh.....what are you doing here?" she said softly, I could see she was about as lost for words as I was. I tried to answer, but the cold had left me shaking and my lips trembled as I attempted to speak. "Come inside, quickly before you make yourself sick!" she said, now with a more worried tone to her voice. I stumbled inside, as she rushed to get me a towel.

I sat silently on her sofa, wrapped foolishly in the towel as my shirt hung over the radiator. I could hear her moving about in the kitchen; she hadn't said another word to me. After a few minutes she came back into the room holding two mugs. "It's hot chocolate, it should help warm you a little,"