It was cold.

She held the blanket over her shoulders, shivering at the coldness of her fingertips. She closed her eyes, and thought of the one she loved wrapping his strong, protective arms over her body to keep her warm. "I love you," he'd whisper, and then he'd kiss her forehead.

The girl sighs, and then realizes none of that would ever be real. Maybe someday, oppa, maybe I'll be able to meet you.

I'm getting lazy with my fanfics. /le sigh. 

2012.5.8

Drabble title: Fangirl.