Bipolar Dream (Nightmare?) [closed]

She had confessed. They both did. So why was it that, suddenly, she found everything so awkward? Silence and lack of communication for days, weeks, months on end where all she could do was wonder if maybe everything had been a huge mistake and that she should've just kept her mouth shut so that they could stay friends. Would it have been better if they walked to the cafe together? That's what couples were supposed to do. Were they even a couple? It never was officially said or anything. A simple hang-out. It was all they were doing.

Adeline curled her lip, clenching golden eyes shut. The frost nipped at her face, white soft billows clouding the air with each breath she took, flushing her cheeks to a rosy color, the same as the beanie on her head. Tugging quietly at the sweater's sleeves, she watched the snow fall from above, right outside the cafe while waiting for Magic. Her left boot dragged across the white blanket, leaving behind a blueish trail in its wake. Maybe she underestimated the frigid weather too much...

It had taken a bit for Magic to finally manage to get out into the cold and make his way over to the cafe. He honestly didn't mind the weather, but it was a bit of a pain to deal with. Especially walking in it.. But he would be in the cafe soon, and with Adeline. Everything would be nice and warm in there, and he would be happy with it.

It didn't take long for him to reach the cafe, and spot the love of his life. Standing outside, her cheeks pink from the cold, probably matching his. He tugged his jacket closer to him, and approached her. "Hey.. Maybe we should get inside out of this cold?" The former student suggested to his girlfriend maybe? He wasn't sure. He kind of got busy these past couple months.

Wasn't it absolutely stupid how much she had been anticipating his arrival, shuffling her boots in the snow, lifting her head every couple seconds at the slightest of footsteps, hoping that it was him and not a passing stranger glancing at her when their eyes accidentally met and her cheeks grew even redder? When he finally came by - was she always this impatient? It had only been five minutes or so at most -, Adeline's smile brightened as she inched closer towards him, giving him a wave with one hand. "H-hi Magic!" The pitch of her voice piked up towards the end, child-like and soft. She immediately covered her mouth, dreading that her own excitement and desperation flickered through all too easily.

Averting her gaze away, the smaller girl swallowed down any anxiety present and took a deep breath. This wouldn't be too bad. They were hanging out. Like old times. No need to feel tense about it. Adeline nodded, drifting towards the cafe. Inviting it was, and through the doors would be warmth and soothing cheerful jazz (maybe classical? Wouldn't it be nice if it was a piano playing in the background?) to enjoy while they caught up with each other once again. Her hand clasped around the door handle as she tried to push the door open, expecting a blast of warm air and to savor the sweet aroma of coffee and tea.

Nope. The door refused to open. Flustered, she shook her head a little before trying to push it in again. It's just a door. She had enough strength for that. So why wasn't it opening? The door had always been push to open and not pull...

Oh wait.