Chapter 44 - Don't Say It Anymore

The cold, calm breeze of the winter air, flowed through the small streets and alleyways of Saint Christopher's Ridge. Fausto waited outside of his apartment for Rachel while she changed, he dressed in his old sherpa jacket from college. The bright teal from the corduroy has diminished to a swampy green tint, nethertheless, to Fausto, it still had life in it despite of its appearance. "Damn, I wonder what is taking her so long?", Fausto wondered as he watched the warm hue of the sunset slowly disappear and the darkness of night fill the sky. With each exhale, his breath became more visible as time went on. He began to regret cutting his hair, his ears and face glowed a bright red from the temperature. Without his thick winter coat of hair, Fausto's head was practically freezing from just standing around. He decided that he will go back to his apartment to retrieve a beanie.