pov writings

My Cold Hands

Mostly I avoid holding hands with people because I feel completely weird and uncomfortable. It would feel seriously weird. Adding to that, my hands were always cold. No one preferred to hold my hands with me either. There are times where I have spent my times alone. I'd often isolate myself from others. But on that day, she sat before me. A cheery 'Hi' came from her. I just stared at her. I just thought that she was a nuisance. But who would've known that I would be addicted to her so much that even at one point, I started to have dreams about her. I love her so much but I never showed it so much. I always worry that one day, she might also leave me...  

These things changed that day, the day I felt my cold hands brush and getting held by a gentle, warm one. I was dumbstruck. She held my cold, icy hands and laid her head on my shoulder. That was the day, my cold hands, which was pushed away, felt a warm feeling. It was as if I rose from my death.  And I truly, truly believe that...... I think I'm in love with her...