Story Number ONE! :D

This one I wrote a bit ago...but never posted on here. Hehe.
The italics symbolize memories, btw, since some people didn't get that.

The ring on her key jingled as she struggled to lock the door. Her hands shook both with frustration and anxiety while she tugged and pulled. As she turned to walk off her porch, the season’s cold air nibbled at her cheeks. Nuzzling her head tightly into her fleece hat, she stepped out into a dark morning.

The street lamps were glowing an eerie orange. Their radiance stalked her with a looming umbrage. Stuffing her hands into her pockets, she quickened her pace.

“Are you cold? Here, hold my hand.” He brushed is hand against her shoulder, as he smiled behind his scarf.

She stopped. No one was on her right this time; nothing but shadows. Burying her hands deeper into her pockets, she crossed the street.

“Puddle at twelve o’clock!” Their hands tightened eagerly. “Ready? Jump!” Stomping on the sidewalk, he laughed. This time, she smiled as well.

The puddle was dried up. Leaves rustled across the sidewalk, skipping over the sunken area. Staring for a moment, she swerved around it, not daring to look back. She had to move on.

Soon enough, headlights began to flood the faded roads. She squinted past traffic, pursing her lips. Dry breezes clawed at her skin, stinging her face. On her left, the sun dragged its way above the horizon. Opposite was half of the moon, blending with the sky. She sighed at it. Barely there.

“Wow, look at that moon. You know, the reason the moon is so bright is because of the sun’s light reflecting off its surface.” He shrugged. “Heh…I guess you’re my sun, eh?” He bit his lip, and watched his feet. They walked slowly, now.

Without knowing it, she had drifted onto her usual route. The rows of trees stood, as frozen flames, sparks sinking to the ground. Counting her steps, she paused. She couldn’t help a glance. Just a glimpse of the wilting house, surrounded by the ashes of the once marvelous oak. Black stains seared the walls and doors, with the roof of the patio entirely collapsed. Yellow tape, everywhere.

“Well, this is me. I’ve got a lot of work to do tonight, so I’ll be up late. We’ll walk together again, tomorrow, alright? I’ll be there to pick you up at the same time. I love you.” He ran up the driveway. “Tomorrow, again! I promise!”

She shut her eyes, feeling the burn of tears fighting their way out. She fell to her knees, and wept. Tomorrow would never come.