Haley Walker

We were skipping now.

"I know," she smirked as she grabbed my hand that much tighter. Of course she knew. She knew everything and I never cared to think otherwise.

And in that sharp, thin winter air I had never been more sure of anything than our infinity. I looked down and our hands were equally white. Equally not letting go.

Christmas had always been my favorite. Now I get to say that she has always been my favorite. Both reviving my soul in a way only they can do. But it is only her I feel every day.