It's early November.
It's early November, and the snow is falling, blissfully, creating one thick blanket that covers the land. The land that I had just put in hours, and strength to mowing. Only for it to be destroyed just so simply.
I hate winter.
And I hate that girl sitting by the window.
I've been taught my whole life that girls are meaningless- nothing but souls born to reproduce and marry... for they are not built to fight, mentally or physically. I was basically taught they are useless.
But no.. this girl, this one's different.
She's a warrior- a warrior driven by the storm, both literally and metaphorically.
And when that snowfall comes, she does not leave this window.
It is her strength.
It is where she gathers her powers, her abilities to ice over anything you can imagine.
It is the opposite of sugarcoating, and it's killing me inside.
I'm tired of fighting in this war.
I'm tired of not being the bigger person- not being the strongest...
...but the weakest.
I can't lose to the girl sitting by the window.
I can't burn her when she is this cold to the touch.
I can't do this.
When I ran out that room and slammed the door, she didn't even flinch.
Her fingers fell into a fist, and her head turned, to eye me.
It was the first time in a long time we had locked eyes.
They looked so pure, but she was the opposite of that...
She's breaking me. She's completely and utterly breaking me.
