Cold by Xantya24
9 year old Tadashi felt cold inside. Being told that your parents aren't coming back at all. Tadashi felt a different type of cold, the one where it's not freezing or sickness but the feeling of emptiness. Hiro who is barely 3 was looking up at him in curiosity.
" Nii-chan?".
Tadashi chocked back a sob. He grabbed Hiro and hugged him tightly not wanting to let go the warmth that is Hiro.
Tadashi at the age of 9 felt cold till the age of 18 where his own body was cold and lifeless and burned in the fire.
Aunt Cass tighten her grip on her blanket as she watch her two nephews sleeping soundly on the spare bed. Tears pricked at her eyes. Being told that her older brother and sister in law was killed in an accident.
Aunt Cass felt cold to the heart where it died a little. But she wouldn't give up to that coldness. Determine to raise the boys, Aunt Cass put on a smile despite the coldness she was feeling.
Aunt Cass became a mother figure to her two boys till there was only one left.
Wasabi looked down at the ground. Sadness, grief overwhelmed the room. Wasabi knew of death and have felt a few times but not like this. He felt cold. Even though it was raining, and his suit was wet, Wasabi felt cold inside.
A friend died.
A person whom he cherished, died.
He felt cold on that day at the funeral.
Honey Lemon gave Aunt Cass her tea. A small smile was on her face but it didn't reach her eyes. He cheerfulness was gone. He enthusiasm was gone. Her bright smile was gone.
She felt cold.
The person who always encouraged her in doing her experiments is gone.
Her best friend who would take selfies with was gone.
Who is she suppose to talk or geek out with now?
For the first time for Honey Lemon, she felt cold.
Fred, didn't have anything to say at all. His usually happy self was gone.
His comic talk about all the comics was silenced.
Fred looked down at the wooden floor. His friend is gone.
His friend who would listen to all of his outrageous stories and comic books is dead.
Buried, burnt and gone.
Fred felt cold on that day.
Gogo, the usually tough kind of girl isn't feeling so tough now.
She frowned at the coffin that was being lowered into the ground. Thoughts were running through her head.
Her friend whom she accepted the first time that they met.
Gogo despite the toughness and brave front that she put on, felt cold.
Hiro, stared out at the window as rain fell. Watching the rain drops make patterns on his window. The usual room is dead quiet.
No ruffle on his hair, no complaining about cleaning up his room. No yelling at him for going bot fighting. No big brother to grab him by his ankles and shake him around telling him to look for another angle.
Hiro lost someone special on that day. He lost his family member, his big brother, his master, his companion, his best friend.
Hiro felt the same cold that the rest of the gang was feeling but his was worst.
Hiro felt cold, the type where it eats you up no matter what.
The cold that isn't freezing during winter days. The cold that isn't illness or an expression.
The cold that is dark to a person's mind.
" It's cold, nii-san".