Day 1. Hello
She suppressed a violent shiver. The cold wasn't her preferred weather, but she had to make-do. A small sneeze managed to slip past her, and a small noise escaped her lips – a sound unlike her age was made clear in the crisp air. It sounded like it was a child sneezing, if anything.
Her breath made puffs within the air. She stared up at the snow falling down to the ground as if it had all the time in the world – then melting immediately after, as soon as it touched down on the ground. She wondered for a fleeting moment if her life will melt as easily as if she was a snowflake.
Time ticked by in slow, deliberate movements. Walking around the city she knew by heart was enough to make it pass by, but time decided to not cooperate that day.
She suppressed another shiver. I am not cut out for this, she grudgingly thought.
Movement in her periphery caught her eye. A man her age – in his early twenties – stood next to her, reading a book. He casually leaned against the bus stop pole, but he clearly wasn't the type to try and impress others. His dignified looks already did that for him.
The Picture of Dorian Gray, the book read. How unusual. She didn't catch anybody reading any classics nowadays. Then again, the man looked as if he could win a debate against an entire class on his own.
His sharp, viridian eyes met her cerulean ones. Glanced back at the book. Casually looked at his watch. Continued reading.
That book was her favorite.
People expected her to fall head over heels for more... romantic classics, like Romeo and Juliet. She responded to that popular opinion by reading every single tragic or horrific classic book there was. The Picture of Dorian Gray came out as one of her absolute favorites, with its horrific twist. She felt that she could relate. Her life never had any shortages of its many horrific twists.
A Tell Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe was also one of her favorites.
She hoped the man standing next to her wasn't as good as reading people as he did with books.