As she faded into the distance, I wondered whether she had left me with false hope, my stomach dropped at the thought. In her words I saw no lie but I was a gullible fool. Every second of my wait felt as if hours and I became afraid, afraid of being abandoned.<br/>Like she had said, she returned. I saw her carrying a bag, and even at a distance it seemed stuffed. The frost was crawling into my skin but a certain warmth grew as she came closer -a sense of security-. As she approached me she was short of breath as steam blowing out of her mouth was clearly visible. The sun edged at the horizon sending a orange glow across her left cheek. Her hair radiated back the orange glow of the sun in shades of brown. Her green eyes...<br/>My thoughts were interrupted by her claims of the content within the bag. As I opened it, I was astounded by such quantity. "This is... I-I am truly great full to y-you," I responded in a stutter. She might be of those myths in which a goddess helps the traveler but...<br/>"I do not have money to repay you. I am truly sorry and am in debt to you" I apologized being seized by guilt.