Cold eyes stared at the snow, the soft white substance had no shine, it was plain. Blunt like an unsharpened pencil. It had no presence at all.
Her hazel orbs floated upon it and into the building beside her.
For what it seemed like eternity, she had no desire to talk or make eye contact. Ever since that night...
She hastily walked to her room, feeling a draft that had seeped into her room and she felt the cold wind flow onto her skin, causing goosebumps.
Normally she would of put some more clothes on but she just sat on her bed knowing that she had felt worse and nothing cold make her feel any colder. Ever since that night...
Tears made their way down from her eyes onto her soft cold cheeks, she wondered if she'll be like this for the rest of her life.
"You shouldn't feel this way, everyone knows but you still don't let them come close to helping you. You just can't go on like this, you'll make yourself sick" she thought to herself.
"But I can't let them know how weak I am" she thought.
"You don't have to show strength! You need comfort, don't be like this."
How could she be any different?
Maybe she should just let go. It's what she's always wanted to do. Ever since that night...