This cannot be happening.

Every year, your school would host a skiing trip for the seniors at the end of the year. Everyone would take along bus ride to a ski resort, and then spend the weekend there. It was the school event.

You rode with your friend on the bus on the way there, but both of you slept the entire bus ride. When you arrived, it was practically midnight so everybody went to sleep.

The next day, you were one of the first out skiing. You were loaded up with layers of coats and pants. To say it was freezing would be an understatement. You were one of the best skiers in your grade, which is why you split up from everybody. You hit the hard runs first, skiing like your life depended on it. Although you were covered with layers of clothes and face masks, your body still ached with cold.

You skied down to the ski lift, pulling out the map in order to search for your next run. The ski lift swung around and lifted you off your feet. There was somebody else next to you, but you couldn’t tell if they were from your school or not because their face was covered. You lifted up your goggles and pulled down your face mask in order to read the map. Snow dusted your rosy cheeks and clung to your eyelashes. Your fingers hurt.

You looked over to the person sitting next to you, who had their goggles and face mask down. It was a girl. Not just any girl, your ex.

There she was, sitting next to you, completely unaware. She had two strand curls coated in snow and hanging from her helmet. Daniela.

Your breath got caught in your throat. Suddenly, you just started coughing. Your mind replayed all the memories you had with her. She was an amazing girlfriend. You don’t even remember how the two of you broke up.

If you two were still dating, she would be kissing your fingers in an attempt to make them warmer, muttering Spanish pet names against your skin — but no, instead, you two were practically strangers.