Our Infinity

Alive

E L E N A

I could hear the drumming of soft snow upon my window pane when I tossed my body the other side feeling the world staying silent as if it ended last night. The Sun was still resolutely below the horizon but by the time I could tell the difference.

Forcing myself up the bed, I stood by the window realising going to work was probably going to be struck off my schedule, all thanks to the blizzard last night. So unless the people came and cleared the snow, we were helpless unless we took the charge. My finger, soon as it touched the window to draw something on the vapour out of my exhales, flinched at the cold touch. The coolness of the early morning was deceptive. The sky looked crimson while the air still smelt of something I can't put into words.

Hugging a heavier coat, I stepped out of the room probably expecting Damon to be asleep in his own world but no, he was awake even before the Sun was wholly up. I guess, it didn't come as a major shocker to me seeing him making breakfast recalling how starved he must have slept last night. While chopping the tomatoes, he once glanced at me but before he could think of saying a word, I pulled the main door close behind me feeling the chill of the early morning breeze pierce every cell of my body. We were done and there was no point in indulging oneself into any conversation what-so-ever.

Walking away from the unwanted chaos of my life, I sat on my porch feeling that there was a crunch to the snow as the melting began to the top layer. Perhaps it wouldn't be taking much time revealing the metallic road hidden under layers of those white slippery blankets. My lower lip quivered at the touch of cold wind and my palms clasped more the cashmere on my elbows.

Looking up, I saw the clouds dominating the sky and their strings of white were perfect contrast to the vast bluishness. The hazy adamant screen of clouds weren't probably letting the Sun come out which was more of an excuse for homesickness.

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The day went pretty well when I had the entire house to myself. Damon wasn't at the house whole day. Wonder where could he go amidst the snow? But oh, the apartment on the opposite side could always be an answer. More or less, it meant I didn't have to roam around in the house awkwardly or worrying about having to argue every now and then.

In the evening it got pretty better as I decided to go for a stroll myself. Phone connections were terrible the entire day and I was glad keeping the minimal contact with the world for a day. Snaking a woollen scarf around my neck, I dipped hands in my cashmere coat over my high boots. Adjusting the beanie on my head, the keys jingled as I locked the main door quickly making sure my wallet was sitting in my pocket.

Walkers'. Read the board of our local grocery with string lights twinkling around it. Pushing the door, I found the warmth inside to be some kind of blessing. The tinkling of the wind charm turned quiet but the air around seemed thick somehow amidst the people. Charmingly as I gave Tim, the cashier a smile he returned it with much awkwardness and pulling a soft frown, I got myself a trolley finding the ever so jovial person to be skeptic of returning a smile to one of his oldest customers.

Walking past the rows, I made up my mind to throw only the things I needed in that trolley and not buy everything that was junk and not needed. Adding some frozen dinner, bread, peanut butter, my finger kept moving in the air like a rhythm studying the items. Some chips? Yeah, I could use some. Who doesn't need chips in life? I wanted to put two bags but my hans pulled nine, I swear.

Dancing my fingers on the rack, it rested on a package of granola but...not mine alone. There was another someone's hand in between the same package and mine and turning my head, my throat twisted.