Playing Games

Chapter 18

OLIVIA POV

I can't believe Logan.

I get that our relationship is a bit more complicated than other people's, but he can't just suddenly break up with me.

Nearly three years of this relationship, and he just ends it all over the phone?

I excuse myself, picking up my boots and jacket before stepping out of my grandparents house. I can see my breath coming from my nose and mouth, and I immediately shove my hands into my pockets.

Aimlessly, I just wander around, listening to the crunch my boots make on the dead, frosted grass. The wind begins to howl in my ears, picking up intensity quickly, and the twigs from the deceased bushes begin to shake.

Although it's freezing cold, I've always enjoyed coming to Alaska to experience the winter time. Being in California for a majority has been nice, but you never feel anything else other than the heat.

My teeth begin to chatter, but it doesn't bother me. The flakes of snow slowly begin to fall from the sky and into my hair. A single snowflake falls onto my eyelash, which causes me to grin.

The wind chill becomes more harsh, and the snow begins to heavily come down on everything, creating a shimmering blanket on all of the earth around me. There's nothing but the color white soon, and the frost gently kisses the skin on my face.

I crouch, collecting a fistful of snow in my hand. The veins in my palm are shocked by the icy temperature, but again, I'm unbothered.

"Honey, come back inside!" A voice calls out.

I look up, and I see my grandmother wrapped up in her thick, mink fur robe. My grandfather steps out, leaning down to whisper something into her ear before gently taking her inside.

I stand up, shaking my hand quickly to remove the snow from it before wiping it on my jeans. Slowly, I walk back inside of the house, taking off my boots out of respect because my grandparents hate when the floor is covered in wet footprints.

I keep my coat on even though the fireplace and the heat is on and it's considerably toasty in here. I'm tapped on the shoulder, and my grandmother holds out a mug with hot chocolate.

"I added more marshmallows for you, dear. I know how much you love them." Grandma croaks, and I smile before hugging her.

"Thanks." Is all I say into her ear while rubbing her back.

I make my way into the living room, sitting on one of the three old couches, pulling a blanket over my lap. I slowly begin to sip the hot chocolate, and the hotness of the mug immediately warms up my hands.

"Are you okay? For the past couple of days you've seemed a bit tense." Grandma asks, and I shake my head.

Grandpa walks in, sitting in the recliner before staring up at Grandma.

"It's Logan. He broke up with me over the phone." I admit, and they both look furious.

"How could he do that?" Grandma asks, looking appalled.

"I don't know, and apparently it's all my fault, too."

"I knew I didn't like that bastard, but I remained silent for you." Grandpa adds.