50 Days Of Grey (#Wattys2015)

{ t h i r t y - t w o } : Netflix, Snowflakes, and a Photograph

(A/N) I think you guys are going to love me for this. ;)

xxvii : music
❝a key to a person's emotions. The right song can set up an atmosphere to anything.❞

[Day 37]

I rubbed my eyes as I got up, the coldness of the floor sending shivers through my spine, my bare feet shying away from the cold. I turned to look at the clock only seeing that it was about 5:05 in the morning. I got my slippers on and went downstairs, running a brush through my hair. The cabin was two floors high, the four rooms we're upstairs and the living room, recreation room and kitchen we're downstairs. The guy who owned the place was a close relative of the Chance's frankly speaking he was loaded, so this was just one of his many rest houses, and that is why every winter he gave this place up for them, not really minding as long as they didn't wreck the place during their stay.

I headed for the kitchen to grab a glass of water and as I was about to head back upstairs to grab a book, I heard noise from the television in the recreation room.

I peeked inside and sure enough there was Alexa curled up in a comforter watching spongebob. I chuckled at her taste in show and walked inside, plopping on the couch next to her, and tugging on the comforter for her to let me inside her cave of comfort.

She grinned tiredly at me offering me one side of the comforter as I scooted closer to her side.

"Didn't get much sleep last night?" I asked when she leaned her head on my shoulder.

"Yeah.." she murmured, "I was catching up on all the PLL I'd missed during the semester, curse college and it's long hours."

I grinned at her words, she continued to rest on my shoulder as we we're enveloped in a cocoon of warmth together in the comforter, spongebob laughing his pants off at squidward's not so funny joke. Nothing but the sound of the tv was heard between us in those few minutes.

"Jules?" She whispered tiredly.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Was it because of your sister? Was it because of Kelly?" I gulped as she whispered this to me, in our little cocoon of privacy, it was as if we we're locked away from the world, in our personal little shell.

"Jules, it wasn't your fault... The police said it was suicide." She told me, placing an arm around my waist.

"I-I know." It wasn't suicide. It definitely wasn't. Kelly wasn't the person they thought she was. She was stronger than they made her to be. I would know... I'm her twin... I-I was her twin and the guilt still eats at me to this very day.

"Is that the reason why you left?" She asked in a whisper... Like raising her voice would break me.

"No-Yes..." I sighed, "It's complicated."

"Look, Jules, I know it was hard for you when Kelly died... And when right after your parents divorced... But Greyson would've helped you through it. I would've too..." She said, "I wish you let us help you..."

I breathed out a sigh, "It's way more complicated than that, big sis." I said smiling melancholically.

"What's wrong, Juli?" She asked, "I just want to help you... It hurts me to see you like this."

She wrapped her arms around me underneath the comfort of the cocoon around us. I thought I was done crying but at her words... I sobbed into her arms.

"Hey... You're going to be okay." she whispered.

I sniffled in her arms like a baby.

"If it's what you want... for me to let this go, I will. But always know that it's okay to share your burden... Especially with people who love you. Just know that I'm here Jules."