#89 Past

Angelina though of the past, and felt a warm fondness spreading through her, as if she were soaking up warm coffee. The past was simple, the past was fun. It was laughing with Lee, Fred and George. The past was jokes, friends and comfort. In the past, she could rely on Lee. He was her friend; he was practically her brother. She looked back on the past, with a vague annoyance. She missed the past. But it was gone, and things had changed. The past was no more, just a soft snowflake that had melted upon touching the warm ground.