"Sharon?" Vance asked. Sharon stood smiling, the darkness all around, her lighting up the scenery with her mere prescence.

"Yes, that's me, Vance." Sharon replied. And, in an instant, she disappeared.

"Wha?" Vance managed. And the night, was over.

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The next day, Vance was doing his usual nothing during his classes. The teacher's voice droned on as he grew bored every passing second in his window seat. He was on the second floor, second seat from the back on the row next to the window.

That day was one of those odd winter days when the snow is falling but it isn't cold. Either late November or early December, right around the time when the dollar stores start playing Christmas music and the couples go skating. One of those odd winter days; the same old 3:00 pm through the lens of a classroom window.

He kept staring, his mind empty, out his neighboring window. There was fresh snow beginning to pile up. It's usually cold during that time of year, and it's great when you're inside. To him, it's almost like looking at a snowglobe.

That day he was so bored in class that he was willing to just leap out the window, home free for the day. In fact, the only real thing stopping him was the window glass itself.

But, jumping out a window might have long-term consequences though, so Vance decided to contend with just staring out them.

Before Vance knew it, lunch had arrived. Finally. No matter how many years pass, nothing could beat the taste of cold lunch meat and freedom for half an hour.

Vance usually never leaves his desk when lunch arrives, as he usually has nowhere to go. He stays put, like he's in a prison. And, it gets lonely. It's a peaceful prison, trapped in metaphorical darkness under a soft, seasonal snowfall, but it's still a prison.

And, today, someone other than Vance actually had a key.

"Umm...Vance?" a voice asked. Vance recognized it immediately. It could only be one person, anyway.

"...." Vance said, slightly puzzled, but patient, gathering his thoughts.

"Sharon wants to meet you. After school. On the roof." Lucille said. Vance quickly nodded and met her eyes. It was only college, and they only knew so much about each other. But it seemed like they were old friends and didn't need to explain any references they tried to make or when each other's birthday was.

"Tell her I'll be there." Vance said.

"What do you mean?" Lucille asked. Vance closed his eyes, balled his fist, and slammed it quickly against his desk. It didn't hurt much, but everyone else grew quiet after the echoing bang Vance had caused. And Vance could tell that everyone was staring at him, wondering exactly why he appeared so frustrated.

"Because I know you'll see her before then." Vance answered coldly. Lucille quickly blushed in guilt and slight embarrassment and Vance's ESP. She quickly made her way away, her mission done.

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The metal door to the roof was one of the few doors that Vance had a key for. He had previously made three copies, all for himself, so he could skip out on class to eat lunch on the roof with Lucille in peace. But now, the door was unlocked already, and the sun was beginning to descend in the sky. It wasn't late at all, but winter was being cruel to the northern hemisphere.

Vance quickly turned the knob, and he saw Sharon, green eyes and black eyes and blue eyes and brown eyes, practically all the eyes rolled into one, and blonde hair. She stood as the wind caught her hair, blowing it to his left.

The girl in the sunset watched him. She was like a figure in a faded photograph, she watches him. Like a portrait or getting lost in a house of mirrors, she watches. Always watching.

"Vance..." Sharon started, but was cut off.

"What do you want?" Vance snapped. A random girl had ruined his chances with a girl. And he was mad. He was mad, angry, frustrated, and ready to blow his top.

"...Vance....I'm sorry..." Sharon said.

"I don't care! Because of you, I'll never be happy! This is all your fault!" Vance shouted. He was beginning to cry tears of anger.

"Yes, you're right. It is my fault." Sharon said sadly. Vance looked up at her comment, looking at her staring off into the distance, leaning on the guardrail on the rooftop.

"Your fault?!" Vance shouted angrily.

"Yes, Vance. I was at fault. Because I was selfish, I told her not to give you a chance. Because...I was so selfish. If you gave up on her, maybe you would notice me. But, you didn't. And Lucille decided to take actions into her own hands." Sharon explained. Her eyes glistened innocence and sincerity as Vance began to put everything together. The dancing in the park and him meeting Sharon was Lucille's idea?

"Because I really like you, Vance." she said. Vance was taken aback by her confession. Was it true? Was the answer right here this whole time?

And, as if it were all nothing more than a daydream, she steps towards him, leans in towards him, and the whole world around him starts spinning once again.