The Grip Tightens

The roomate

I haven't abandoned this story Incase anyone was wondering but I did lose motivation. And all the college applying process and everything I was busy too. I'm gonna continue this story and complete it in the best way I can.
Thank you everyone who read the book and please keep reading.☺️

I put the keys and unlock the door I turn the knob it creaks open I'm blinded for a second because of the blazing sun flowing through the window.
Just when my eyes adjust to the light I see a wide smile- my roommate. She walks towards me shakes my hand,
"Winter Davis"she says with a smile.
"Aspen Hailey" I reply just a warmly,
"Winter? That's an interesting name,"
"Well that name has a whole story behind it" she replies.
Well I'm guessing her name has something to do with the appearance- grey locks,pale skin and bright red lips. She reminds me of the snow covered berry trees.She's dressed in a black top and ripped jeans and has heavy eye makeup which complements her pale skin.
"That's sounds like a long one," I say.
"Not exactly a long one but a boring one"
"Being roommates I think we are gonna share a lot off boring stories, isn't that what roommates do after all?,"
She laughs "That's what roommates do, well your name is not any less interesting ,"
"But that doesn't have a story"
"I think you should unpack first," she says looking at my bags.
"You are right"
"Well I'll help" she offers,
And there started the 2 hour long unpacking...
Winter seems like a really chill person and genuinely doesn't care what others think about her, I like her I think I just made my first friend in college. She has a tattoo on her left arm which says 'you will be a forever' , as interesting as it seems I have controlled my curiosity. After sometime she noticed me staring at her tattoo, she explains in a poise tone that the tattoo is in memory of a friend. That just added more oddity to my thoughts.
'Someone special?' I ask
Winter's face losses the smile and she flicked her eyes and brows, clearly indicating she isn't comfortable talking about it. She replies in a bland tone.'Yes'. And that was my cue to stop asking about the tattoo.
'So what's your major?'
'Psychology' she replies
'I am a history major' I reply with gleaming eyes.
'Ohh. Why history ?'
'History is the only subject that looks back at the creation of time and mankind. That is something that invokes a lot of interest in me' I reply.
'I like your passion' she answers
'Well whatever you do it should be with passion or there is no point in doing it' I respond.
'I'm so hungry, because of anxiety I didn't eat enough breakfast. Know any place around here to eat out?' I ask
'I'm hungry too let's go that Italian place nearby it's just a 10 minute walk. What do you say?'
'That sounds right. Let's go have some pasta' I respond.
The walk was surprisingly calming, the light breeze made the walk very peaceful. The sun gleaming through the tree leaves caused a scenic peach. Winter was quiet throughout the walk except for the occasional glance and smile , her face looked like she was she was reminiscing her past. The restaurant was pretty fancy and modest at the same time. We choose a quiet place and ordered cheese pasta and fries. While I was lost in the flavors and magnificence of the food, the door opens and I see his brown beach waves .