Let's get this straight: I love winter.
I love the way the snowflakes fall so gracefully, unsupported, untouched, like they are just being sprinkled across the land.
The way the river glazes over, and the children all come and slip on the ice, laughing, smiling, cheeks bright red from the cold..
Like I said: I love winter, maybe far too much to be healthy.
But I do not love that boy who walked in, only to slam the door on me.
I hate that boy, who looks at me with judging eyes, and plays video games inside with the lights off, when he could be outside, truly living, instead glued to a screen like the phony he is...
His name is Blaise.
And he's ruining my life.
Look, I know Blaise isn't the type of person to explain things, especially after all this happened... so let me do it myself.
I trust readers like you.
Basically, me and him had a... relationship. It progressed quickly, from flirting, from first kisses, to being the schools officially voted "cutest couple..." (I still have that yearbook picture) and it was incredible, until it became pressured.
It was his sixteenth birthday, and I didn't see him the whole day. He was out, laughing with his friends, hosting the party of the year, and I didn't even get a invite.
Zoom forward to my sixteenth birthday. November 4th, very beginning of the month, when the snow starts to questioningly sprinkle...
He refused to come to my party. Because it was "too cold."
Fine. I can understand. I cared about him, and am striving to fix our relationship. So, I decided to go to the movies to make up for it.
But he was already there... and he wasn't alone. If you know what I mean.
And from that day on, I was changed. This day in time is no longer my birthday, but the day I conquered Blaise.
And the evil, basic hater he is...
The rest of the fire in my body evaporated. It iced over, like the rivers in early December...
They called me heartless.
They called me heartless because I spent my days by the window, not speaking, completely drawn away from the real life.
They called me heartless because I was... traumatized, and alone, with pale skin and eyes colder than the petty mistake Blaise made to leave me. When I loved him... and still, in the deepest part of my heart, do.
They called me heartless because I cared too much...
