I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM. I OWN THIS PIECE OF WRITING THAT THEY ARE IN.
Snow was falling, coating New York City in a fluffy white blanket. No one was out at the early hour of two a.m. Well, no one but two people.
They were a man and a woman. They were dressed in their heaviest coats, yet their skin still felt the cold chill. But if it was from the freezing air, they weren't sure.
Diana Holland and Henry Schoonmaker are turning their backs on Society and New York. It's the only way they'll be able to be together. The only way to escape the wrath Penelope. Henry's wife.
Henry despised Penelope. Hated her. He was in love with Diana Holland. And she loved him. But how Henry ever persuaded her to run away with him, he'd never know. They thought about going out west, but they decided not to. Instead, they were headed to Pennsylvania.
They had arrived at Grand Central Station. It was almost empty, save for the people waiting for the early morning trains. Henry led Diana over to a bench and sat down. They both had a small bag with them, full of clothes and some money to help them settle.
At ten to five, Henry went and bought them the tickets to Pittsburgh. A half an hour later, they were on the train, heading into their new life and escaping from their old one.
"I think we should find a place to stay once we get to Pittsburgh," Diana suggested. Her brown curls hung loose down her back. Her brown eyes showed how tired she was. "We don't want to be left out in the cold."
"Yes, that is what we'll do," replied Henry, stroking Diana's hair. She was shaking a little. "Di, what's wrong?"
"Just a little cold," she confessed. They were huddled close together to keep warm. And her black chiffon dress didn't help to keep the cold out.
Henry reached for their coats and covered themselves with them. It was warmer.
Diana rested her head on Henry's shoulder and was soon asleep.