Prologue
Have you ever wondered, why we're attracted to the things we don't understand?
I often wondered about that too.
When that bleak, chilly Sunday came, I thought it would come and go like any other day that came before.
But I was wrong.
Terribly wrong.
The date was October 3, powdered snow fluttered down the sky gracefully, everything was covered in a thick blanket of white, from the rooftops to the bare treetops where birds nestled peacefully in their seasonal slumber.
I sat amidst the breathtaking scenery, at that time it was anything but breathtaking. To me, it was nothing but a blank, white, slate, just as my mind had been before.
My blood red irises must have seemed to contrast the whole scenery as I scanned for something of interest. The ambiance was quiet and the people present were little to none, most probably because it was Sunday and they had themselves occupied with whatever had their time.
I was envious, of course, who wouldn't if they were like me, yearning for something I don't even know exists, or even if it did, would it matter to me?
A puff of smoke appeared out of my breathless sigh. It was foolish to stay outdoors in the unforgivable weather even if one couldn't resist its captivating beauty, believe me, it is, but unlike the others, I loved the cold. The way snow melts on your nose at a single touch, the reassurance it brings with every wordless breath, or how everything seems to be frozen in time during its wake.
But do you know what I loved the most?
It was how I appeared invisible whenever winter arrived
And it wasn't because my complexion was deathly white nor my silver hair, no, that's only a bonus.
Whenever winter came nobody cared
Nobody cares because they are too occupied with their lives, full of thoughts of frivolous gifts and extravagant feasts. They neglect the true definition of the icy winter.
It was almost ironic how I found it similar to myself. Forgotten, cold and void of any meaning.
And that's when it happened.
She came in with a stride like a blizzard, her unkempt ginger locks flowed like the Rhine, I did not know her nor did she know me, yet in my three years of consciousness, it was her eyes alone, her vibrant chartreuse eyes that rekindled a dying flame. The first piece in some sort of fucked up jigsaw puzzle. Her eyes twinkled with something I didn't understand at the moment, but before I could even speak a word, she was gone like the fleeting wind.
I was left speechless, tears of which contained both happiness, hope and an inexplicable feeling of remorse.
"Ich brauche sehe dich weider"