The Stranger On The Ice
HE WAS FIRE AND I WAS ICE.I didn't plan to be drawn by his flames.Because I was never a moth in the first place.I shouldn't even get close to him.But somehow, on the first day of fall season, I was standing at the left side of the train station and he was standing at the right side. I didn't plan to look up from my phone and neither did he from his book.But both of us did anyway, our eyes met and I swear; the first time that we both took a glance at each other, he threw me a smile with dimples that worth million bucks. Calm down my heart, the story is not even started yet. *New chapter once or twice a week…