"In this world,
Its just us
You know its not the same
As it was"
"Tune it down, for fuck's sake, Reen. Its 2 in the morning", Stella shouted as loud as she could and i know it would have taken everything from her to shout this loud because her bedroom is downstairs and in the farthest corner across from mine. Then i realised that the song i've been listening to (or not listening to) is playing far too loud even for me. I turn it off and pick up my phone.
2:01 a.m.
Its still too early and dark for me to go out. And on top of all that, its too cold. I then realise i've been sitting in shorts and a t-shirt only. I starts shivering because obviously you can not sit in just one layer of clothing in 5 degrees. I don't know why but the numbness this cold gives to my body, i find myself having a small very tiny liking to it. And suddenly the feeling of cold is overtaken by this feeling of likeness. So i throw the blanket which was barely wrapped around me and stretches my legs on the bed and stare out of the window at the snow falling from the sky. It looks beautiful. Magical even. The snow. I stares at it for so long that i think i even noticed the times when it suddenly started slowing down amd then picked up the pace again. It is just falling and falling and falling....
I realise Stella is standing at my door and it seems like she has been standing there for quite a while. I pick up my phone but before i could open it she says,"Its 6 a.m." I then realise its been 1,2,3,4... I don't know how many but enough hours to make her come and look at me like that. Suddenly a thought pops in my mind that if snow were a person she (in my imagination snow is a girl) would think i am some kind of stalker that has been staring at her for that long. I smile to myself. By this, Stella seems annoyed. She hurries towards me and for a moment i think she's gonna slap me so hard for i don't know what. But she just picks up my blanket and wraps it around me very carefully. Then places a kiss on my forehead, well basically on my hairs because my bangs are literally all over my eyes and it has become hard to see sometimes because of them, i will probably cut them( if the thought don't slip my mind which i know will happen no matter what). Stella just stands there looking at me with something which seems like concern in her eyes and then turns and head towards the door. When she was halfway toward the door she says something like "She used to hate the winter so much because of the cold. But now...." And the rest of the sentence was lost in her sigh.
Now that i think about it when i was a kid i used to hate cold sooo much. Just the thought of it made me sick and i remember when Stella used to dress me up i would always tell her to add one or two more layering of clothe than she had already wrapped me in. And trust me she used to wrap me in atleast 6 layers of cloth. I used to call her mom back then too (Btw, Stella is my mom). She still sometimes tries to make me call her mom but i guess its just not the same as it was