Matija was a woman of medium height, short length blonde hair and green eyes. She wore a light blue sweater and blue pants with a beige overcoat around her body. She stopped short of walking down the snow—her foot was beginning to ache. “Mati! Wait!” Gabriel said, catching up to her at a wave’s length. Gabriel was a year younger than Matija. She had short, brown hair up to the nape of her neck and has brown eyes. She wore a burgundy sweater and a pair of salmon colored pants.

It’s been a while since the winter storm has let up and remained its calm. “Over there.” Matija replied, pointing her finger to the west where a lone cabin had been found. “We can make it.” The younger woman smiled. “Of course,” her brown eyes trailed down to her significant other’s feet to see that there was a splotch of pain there. They move forward west to the abandoned cabin. The cabin was empty. It contained a kitchen on the left-hand side, a living room at the center, and a bathroom on the right-hand side. The living room was lavished with a sofa, a glass table, and a television set.

Meanwhile, it took some time for them to be prepared for the situation. Matija sat down on the sofa to rub her foot, while her partner went to the bathroom for a first aid kit. Gabriel came back with bandages, a few pain-reducing pills, and a bottle of water. She wrapped the bandages around her significant other’s foot, kindly asked her to take the pills, in which she complied without further notice. “How’s that?” She asked. “You did fine.” Matija replied. The younger woman began sorting the remaining items in the plastic box, and went to the bathroom to put it away.

“So, what do you want to do now?” The older woman asks. Gabriel stops wandering around the household. “I don’t know.” Gabriel said, shaking her head innocently. She walks to the kitchen to prepare some food, preferably canned soup. Cream of chicken soup was on the counter, and she started to heat it up; stirring milk in it with a spoon for about half a minute as it slowed down. It was done in three minutes. For how long this lasted, Matija was not sure. Gabriel was sure to approximate about three years and four days. Their relationship consisted of waiting in line, looking over one’s shoulder for information.

Matija’s foot was starting to heal. It took a while for the two to communicate effectively. They waited and waited, but nothing seemed to come to fruition. They sat down together and gently conversed together—about nothing, about their friendship, and most importantly about their mending the bridge together from other wildfires. The snow was starting to bluster throughout the environment.

As the snow starts to bluster throughout the environment, so was the situation at its time. It was calm and diligent, unlike the wind rattling by the window. The couple let things slide a little, easing into a tandem of movements. Gabriel notices the cross pendant worn by her partner yet continues to let the conversation come to her mind. That’s easy to say. She thinks to herself. The older woman was talking about mice running away from wolves, or at the least a variation of running away from the act of something. It was easier to say, because the younger woman has not paid attention to the rest of the subject. It was pleasant, however, and the younger of the two wished some things had not fled their daily living. It was quaint. The way Matija moved her hands upon her own midline was enthralling, jest aside it was an ordinary way of expressing herself.

Soon enough, the storm was ov