Who Cares?

Sam: Cold Hands

The way her hand felt on my skin was.. cold. Something I did not expect, she seemed to be such a warm and bubbly person. I honestly felt disappointed and I didn't know why? Was I expecting someone else to be here? Actually no. I wasn't excepting to find anyone at all. On another thought I again tried to feel her hands on my face wiping away what I'm going to guess was frosting from that cake I devoured. One of her hands was doing the wiping and the other was pinching my chin to guide my face in which way she wanted me to look. She looked closely at me and with a sigh of relief she let go and threw away the napkin then stood back and smiled. There was silence and I was guessing she was waiting for me to start the conversation but I couldn't. I kept wondering why her hands were so cold and not just from the damp napkin. I felt it from her other hand as well, even when she stepped close, you could feel it radiate off her. "I'll be right back, please stay here" I started hurrying to my room. I wanted to give her my jacket which was not in my room but in the living room since I fell asleep there. I grabbed a pair of gloves and went to the living room. I didn't want her to think I was rude for giving her the gloves but her hands were like ice. So I just put them in the jacket pocket in hopes that she'll find them and wear them. "Hey sorry it took so long, umm I got you.." Then I noticed I was talking to myself. There was no one there, even the fridge had been closed. I turned on the light hoping maybe, she'd still be here. "Lucy?" I whispered, and again I was disappointed by the silence the night gave me. I wasn't sad she was gone but, I was confused on whether I'd been seeing things or she'd really been here. I looked all over the house, nothing.. there was no sign that she'd been here, not even the napkin. I stood in the kitchen staring at the place she'd been standing. I felt alone, I was always alone but I only really realized that, when someone was here with me but then leaving no trace behind to know whether they were truly ever there. Leaving me no sign of returning, that's when I realized I was alone. "Lucy."
1pm
I fell asleep really late, thinking about whether or not I was dreaming. I still felt like I was dreaming cause nothing like this ever happens. Things like last night never happen, and things this morning (well afternoon..) never happen. As I lay there with my eyes closed I can hear old familiar sounds coming from outside my room. Pots and pans being shuffled on and off the stove, timers beeping, music being played to where only the perimeter of the home can hear. What beautiful sounds I've grown to love since I was little, even the scent of the air drifts it's way in. Making me jump to my feet, in the rush I ran to the kitchen, praying that maybe, just maybe. My parents had finally come home and are now here doing what they've always done. My mom would get early in the morning and do her crazy yoga thing while playing her even crazier music and my dad would never mind. Cause once she was done with her yoga my dad would be back from his work out and then finally they'd cook together. Laughter filled every morning, even on school days this was their routine ever since I could remember. God I'd do anything to get that back! I had almost ran into the kitchen door, I was afraid to look inside.. I knew I had to.. But when I did. Caroline..