Express purpose

The snow was falling, from the window, Lola Bell's brown eyes examined the street, it was New Year's Eve, anyone would think of a pretty and young girl like her would be at some party overflowing with music, neon lights and drinks, but for Lola, who didn't really enjoy this type of festivities, her aunt's house was the best place to be.

Backside, the children ran around playing with the snow, the teenagers shared things on their phones, in the living room the oldest had drinks while sharing memories and those about the same age as her, with their couples, danced on the improvised dance floor and others shared talks about their daily lives.

Lola returned her gaze to the window. In the reflection of the glass, she could see, as if it were a movie, the moment in which days ago her co-worker said goodbye to her.

She and Dorian Ellis had never been friends, they argued most of the time, he played all kinds of awkward and embarrassing jokes on her all the time, But Lola had to admit, that all that gave her daily life a little excitement, and since he had left, she didn't feel the same.

- What are you doing there looking out the window and lamenting your pathetic life? you're twenty years old Lola, have some fun

She snorted a little annoyed as the film of Dorian's departure faded from the window's reflection to show her sister, Freya, standing behind her, clad in a beautiful white dress, with her adorable baby in arms.

- My life isn't pathetic and don't need anyone here to be happy, thank you very much

Freya sat next to Lola and lovingly touched the ends of one of the strands of her hair, the same red color as hers. Oh no, Freya had that look, one that said she knew something was up.

- This isn't just your "I don't like parties because they're overrated blah blah blah" attitude... there's something wrong with you.

Lola shook her head, she would never admit to her sister that she was a little homesick for a boy she didn't even like. Besides, it wasn't as if she missed him, she only missed the mental exercise that was looking for an intelligent insult to reply to any of his jokes. Her sister's daughter began to squirm in her arms and complain, forcing Freya to her feet.

- Let's say our new year's resolutions, maybe you should make some.

She would never be part of that ritual, she hated the idea of resolutions, besides, getting closer to the family would leave her open to questions about why she didn't put on a nice dress or why she didn't bring anyone, everyone knew the answers, but they always asked anyway.

Her mother's gaze met her from across the room, but she stood up and, putting on her hat, ran to the front door to take a walk outside. She heard footsteps behind and suddenly knew that this is how the protagonists of horror movies must feel when the murderer is after them. As fast as she could she left the house, closing the door behind her, the layer of thin ice caused by the snowfall almost made her fall, but she kept the balance before starting to walk to flee.

- Do the ghosts of past holidays follow you?

The sudden question behind her very close to her ear had been surprising enough to throw her off balance again, forcing her to slip and land sitting on the frozen sidewalk.

- Oh, my God! Lola, are you okay? - It was Dorian's voice.

- My God kill me please, this is too much for me... Yes Dorian! !I'm fine! I just wanted to sit out here for a while with a wet ass and watch the snow.

He smiled and offered her a hand. Lola snorted a little more annoyed although inside her chest she could feel something similar to the wings of a hummingbird. What a strange reaction - she thought as she took his hand and stood up.