the girl named winter

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Three chapters today because I love you guys so much! Thanks for the support :)

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f o r t y - o n e
d a y s
b e f o r e

Then be Winter.

His words echo in my head.

For a while, I decided to call him Romeo. It sounds romantic, cliche, and all those positive adjectives in the dictionary.

Romeo's my ideal guy, I think. Always there for me, funny, five years older, nevertheless kind and collected all the time.

I thought I would've been crying all the time, shouting at the wall and listening to sad music, but with Romeo constantly texting me, I never got the chance to be depressed.

It's weird how technology made a weird connection to us.

It's weird why we were both willing to stay up all night and forget about our predicaments as we type, read, and laugh our guts out.

I only know that he's a college boy planning to be an architect but currently taking care of her mother with a lethal pneumonia and his little sister, Amanda, since his asshole of a father left him.

I'm willing to see past that and the "issues" he has with society, because I know deep inside that he's been sincere to me since Day One.

He only knows that I'm a broken Winter left by my ex who called me "fat".

He's willing to fix me despite my sarcastic responses and cold attitude.

We are each others rebound.

But it was fine with me and it was fine with him.

I take a deep breath as I wait for his reply.

I can't help but smile as I walk in a corridor filled with students my age, ignoring their judgmental looks.

What does Romeo look like?

I hold the phone in my hand, wishing it would vibrate.

I continue to pad across the school ground.

When I'm supposed to round a corner, my phone vibrates.

I look at it.

At the same time, someone bumps into me.

The impact is so hard and surprising that we collide painfully.

My phone jumps from my hand, and we fall on the floor.

"Winter."

That familiar voice makes me stop as if ice suddenly invades my body.

I stay down there, crouched low as I try to remember when was the last time I heard that.

It seemed so long.

When I lift my head up, the sight of Rey standing there opens the dam of tears swelling in my eyes.

I tightly hold my fists by my side as I stand up, never taking my eyes off the man before me.

He hands me my phone. "This is yours."

I look at it, not being able to endure the stare in his eyes anymore. "I-it is." With a shivering hand, I take it.

He takes a shuddering breath.

I chew on my bottom lip.

He sighs.

I turn my heels.