Winter Story

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The city is dyed white, as if there had been nothing from the beginning...

"Hyung!"

My head shot up, looking for that voice that sounded like music to my ears. I fell asleep while taking down notes about Young Adult Literature. I looked sideways and saw that familiar mop of slightly curled chocolate brown locks. If he get drowned among the sea of people, I would easily spot him, without any single doubt. He pulled a chair and sat opposite to me. He rested his head on the table. He was not looking at me; he was facing the window. Perhaps he was watching the snow as they fall to the ground. I adjusted my glasses up to the bridge of my nose, turned my notebook to the next page, and started to take notes again.

"I don't like winter." He muttered, just loud enough for me to hear.

I did not realize that I pointed my mechanical pencil too much on the surface of the paper until I heard the lead broke. Then a smile crept its way on my chapped, pale lips. I looked at him. He was still staring out of the window.

"I knew you would say that again." I whispered.

Half an hour passed, he grew bored. I can tell. He kept on fidgeting on his seat, like a kid being forbidden to leave his chair by his mother. It is distracting me. I kept on sparing a glance at him. He suddenly grabbed my notebook and my pencil skidded on it, making a line across the page. That brat, I hate it when my notes get messy. I threw dagger looks at him but he acted as if he did not do anything. He was focused on reading my notes.

I hate it when acts like that... like he did not do anything... did not say anything... I hate it when he pretends that nothing has ever happened.

I was about to call his name to get his attention, but the moment my brain formed the syllables of his name, it got jumbled that his name wouldn't roll out from my tongue. It is as if I lost the ability to speak. An invisible lump formed in my throat, blocking the sounds that my voice box wanted to let go. I struggled to say his name, but it felt like I was choking. I placed my hand on my throat, tried to coax it but I still failed... to say his name... even just breathing his name out...

He closed the notebook and stood up, "Come on hyung. Let's buy some hot chocolate."

I ignored him and attempted to get my notebook back. He grabbed me by my wrist and shot me a "get-up-or-you-wouldn't-want-to-disobey-me" look. I scoffed and pried my wrist from his grip but he did not budge and just stared at me intensely. I cannot exactly pinpoint if he is concerned or just loved to boss round, being the cheeky brat that he is. I looked away; I cannot afford to get lost in his eyes. He squeezed my wrist, telling me, more like commanding me to get my ass off the chair and come with him. I sighed and with my free hand, I started to gather my things and stood up.

"Can you let go of my hand?" No please... Don't...

And he did let go of hand and got my things from me. I wrapped my scarf around my neck. We quietly exited the library. We stopped by a vending machine and he got himself a cup of hot chocolate. That stingy brat, I rolled my eyes inwardly, besides I am not a fan of that substance, I decided not to mind him. We carefully walked along the slippery sidewalk. I was taking small steps, I am afraid that I might slip. Perhaps he noticed what I am doing; he matched his steps with mine. He thrust the cup in front of me. Confused, I just blinked on the cup, not knowing what to do with it.