The History Of You And Me

December 2015.

*Edited*

Clouds rumble loudly as I look around for any sign of humanity, I release a deep sigh when I finally decide there isn't any.

I shouldn't even be here myself. Not only because the school term is over but it's officially the coldest season yet. And if you know me at all, you know I like my warmth.

I'm still trying to get myself used to the fact that not only is it basically winter all year round in England, but it also rains through the cold.

I always complained about the coldness in South Africa, but now I would take South Africa's winter over the majority of the seasons here.

Against my better judgment, I step outside and find myself shivering at the cold wind that attacks my fragile form. I ignore my brain telling me to go back inside.

I can't. If I spend another minute inside my apartment, I will lose my mind.

After finally making it out of my apartment building, I begin my journey to nowhere in particular as I still hope to see some kind of life form.

I walk along the wet and empty streets for an eternity before I see an open door of what looks like a dated diner.

"Hello..."
I call as I make my way inside and then close the door behind me. Like I said, it's cold.

"Is anybody here?"
I continue to call as I begin to rethink the whole closing-the-door thing. If something happens I want to be able to run out without a door being on my way.

But I didn't come all this way just to go back home, so I decide to look around the eerie-looking and seemingly empty eatery. It's the most excitement I've had in weeks.

   The darkness of it alone would've typically been the reason why I would've walked out just after walking in had it been anywhere else in the world.

But I'm in Cambridge. Eerie-looking and dark are pretty much a given wherever you go.

I'm almost certain it's an aesthetic at this point. A theme if you will.

I walk further into the diner, admiring the structure of the place. Many of the restaurants on my side of town are pretty modern even though they're attached to not-so-modern buildings.

  This one is the real deal.

   It seems to have been built in a time of survival, not pleasure. It still keeps its maybe 1600s design and it doesn't look like it's been changed much since.

I'm in awe because whoever kept this place as is should have a holiday named after them.

  I don't doubt it doesn't have a lot of customers as this is a university town and students don't care much for architectural beauty. Understandably. Studies can be a little... time-consuming.

   So the owner must've cared not about potential profit, or lack thereof, and that is what makes this place even more special.

   "Let me guess. You're majoring in something with some historical significance?"

The voice catches me off guard. I speak to British people almost daily, but there's something different about this one's particular accent.