Snowing on the roof

Lauren sat down on the roof. Snow was falling and it was cold out. She stared out to the sky. Lauren sighed, since she got here everything was getting complicated. Lauren didn’t like going to classes for her 'power' and she didn’t like sharing a room and there was many other things she didn’t like about this school.

Milton tops the last stair, the roof around him glistening from the light reflected off of a thousand snowflakes. There's poetry in the very air here, he thinks, taking in a deep breath, and several snowflakes with it. He approaches the edge of the roof, looking out over the grounds and feeling life flow through him. Vaguely, memories stir in the back of his mind, similar circumstances to these, but nothing concrete. He sighs. "Will my past ever return to me, or am I cursed by God to remain without a history?" he asks the unresponsive air, and turns back towards the stairs he came up. As he turns, he sees Lauren. He approaches her, smiling. "Excuse me, ma'am, but may I ask what an angel is doing on this wretched plane of existence?" he asks her, with a charming smile. "Shouldn't you be accompanying the Almighty in Heaven?"

"Me? An angel? You surely must be joking." Lauren said to him. She bushed her hair out of her face. "I’m Lauren and you are?" She asked, smiling. Lauren was glad someone was came up here, she didn’t want to be by herself, she didn’t like to. She liked having people around with her.

"I'm Milton Wilde," says Milton. "And if you're no angel, then God must have made a mistake somewhere. I've never seen such perfection in mere humans before today, Lauren."

Lauren smiled, "But God doesn’t make mistakes. At least I don’t think so. Maybe you are the one who has been mistaken." Lauren said. She looked at the sky, then back at him. "Sit with me please?" She said to him.

"Thank you," Milton smiles as he sits next to Lauren. "And perhaps I was mistaken. But any man would make such a mistake when faced with a lady of your beauty. I know I would, though I can't recall ever having done so before."

Lauren stared at him for a moment. "Is that all guys think about? I am really just a girl with a pretty face?" Lauren said. She looked away from him again and turned to the sky. Finally Lauren realized something, she was turning seventeen in one day. How could she forget something like that.

Milton smiles. "On a first meeting, what aside from appearance do we have to go on, Lauren?" He notices her looking at the sky. "I'm sure there's more to you than just your beauty." He looks up at the sky. "Of course," he whispers to the world, "we all have our shames."

"True." Lauren said looking back at him. "And thank you but you have complimented me far to much." She said honestly. Lauren found it sweet of him to say things like that.

Milton smiles abashedly. "Well, I know that I have had a problem with speaking my mind in the past, yet I can't remember..." His voice trails off as he absent-mindedly reminds himself of his amnesia. His eyes drop to the floor, and he puts his head in his hands.