"It's unfair," she paused with a shaky breath, "How you can go your whole life without thinking of me,
While I am cursed to hold your name in my chest forever
Like a badge of honor lacking the prestige."
Thunder rumbled in the distance as she lay on her back,
Eyes glued to the fading glow-in-the-dark stars on her childhood room's ceiling.
The fan whirled above; dust particles danced in the wind every so often,
And if she turned to her left, she would be reminded of the clothes pile gaining height in the corner,
And if she lay on her right, she would be reminded of the empty space beside her now.
"I miss you like I miss a cold breeze," she spoke the words to no one as she pulled the blankets over her head,
"Not at all, not even the slightest bit."
And as she lay there, the emptiness returned, and she was reminded of the warmth of the sun,
Of the sweat that trickled down the nape of her neck on a hot, summers day.
A chill ran up her spine when the hollowness struck once more.
"I don't miss it at all," she whispered underneath the heavy, quilted blanket.
Her teeth chattered together as the fan continued to turn.
Nothing could've prepared her for the coldness that winter had brought.
Once again, she was caught in the endless loop of the seasons that -
Just like her -
Were always changing.
