Feli's P.O.V
My fingers curl around the handle of my mug, searching for a bit more warmth than what was available to me.
Everything felt so cold and rigid whenever I wasn't with J.
I look back at my mate, my chest immediately lightening at the sight of him. He was in a deeper slumber, clutching the pillow I'd put to replace me a little too tightly. Lost in dreams, he was unconscious to the many troubles which seemed to eternally plague my mind.
Letting my eyes redirect themselves to the window, I watch thousands of leaves being tugged off their branches and pulled by the strong winds which belonged to the changing seasons. It was beautiful and disheartening to watch, signaling the death of the old season in preparation for the new.
It was like watching my life on raw display and I hated it.
