cold ❀ joshler | bryler

COLD ❀ ONE

Song: Tumblr Girls: G-Eazy ft. Christoph Andersson

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[年齢 8/7]

The cold calmed Tyler down. He's always enjoyed the cold, ever since he was born. He especially enjoyed the chilling weather of New York City during the winter.

His soft feet, covered with mismatched socks, slid against the hardwood floor, from his room to the living room. He always was first to wake up in his house, even though he was only seven years old, and generally enjoyed sleeping.

Doing his usual weekend routine, he opened literally every window and patio door in the living room, letting in the freezing air which made him at ease. The matching grey sky that casts a calming color into the penthouse that ricocheted off the wood floor onto the walls and made it seem all the more sweet.

Tyler stepped out onto the top patio, looking over the heads of hundreds of people walking beneath him. He looked at the sky, putting his arms against the freezing metal bars that kept him from falling off the edge. His railing had three bars horizontal, to which he sat on almost everyday, enjoying the weather. "It's going to snow,' the boy concluded in his head. He smiled to himself at the thought, his dimples glowing with pink.

He looked across the street, an almost identical penthouse building right next to it. That penthouse has been on sale since Tyler was born. The family that were there previously were good friends of Tyler's parents, he's heard.

He saw an open house going on inside across the street. He noticed a woman in a pencil skirt showing a family the house, the family looking quite pleased with the surroundings. Tyler stayed silent and still; He didn't like unnecessary interaction with strangers. The patios were talking distance if they were the closest they could be on the patios without falling.

Tyler looked at the father of the family, being surprised as he recognized the face. 'Who is that?' He asked himself in his mind, looking at him and furrowing his eyebrows trying to remember where he's seen the familiar face before.

He caught eyes with with the man, glinting his eyes at him in a challenge looking manner, making the man turn around and walk away from the patio with his family and a puzzled look. Tyler dismissed the event and continued to hang from the ledge, kicking his sock clad feet and holding onto the freezing cold railing.

He looked down, around the people, hearing the honk from taxis and the echoing chatter of the people below. Things like that, days like this, were beautiful to Tyler, which would probably be annoying to most residents in New York City, even though it was the norm.

He looked at one of the gigantic televisions down on the ground, where advertisements blaze from the screen all day, every day. Non-stop.

Tyler furrowed his eyebrows again, looking a the current advertisement with a tilt of his head, his shorts and loose long sleeved shirt fluttering because of the breezy chilling air.

He looked down at it at an angle, quickly recognizing the face of the speaker and gasping. He looked up at the house across the street, glaring inside at it and seeing the same face from the screen below.

The reason he recognized the commercial was because he once watched it with his father, remembering him scoff at the recognized face and complain that he took his very good business deal away.