Coldmess

Christmas Eve.

{Asher's Pov}

There is something merry and peaceful about festivities and the preparation that ensues. I woke up the next day feeling fresh though I'd stayed awake late last night. It was cold as I clutched the blanket tighter to my body? Looking around I realised there was a note left on my nightstand under my glasses. I picked it up and read

'You fell asleep last night so I'm letting myself out through the window. See you on Christmas kiddo!"

He'd written it in his freestyle handwriting, looking at which anyone could tell it was a handwwiting that belonged to a confident Aristocrat.

"Asher Joseph Cromwell!!!" I heard my mother yell who was probably upset about me not partaking in yesterday's Christmas prep. I sighed and though she yelled, something told me that she was happy and excited just like me.

I got up from my bed and stripped of all my clothes but before going in the bathroom, I went to the window where a winter thrust was squealing it's heart out sounding like a whistle.

"Yeah I know I'm hot" I whispered playfully, filling the bowl with some snacks for the birds. I trailed my eyes along the visible neighborhood which was cloaked in a gentle hush of white. I sighed contently, and for the first time in the few past months, felt as if I was the same wide eyed Asher from 11 years back when I had seen the first snowfall of my life and also, who wasn't depressed.

The snow covered most of the roofs and a little had gathered in my window panes which I removed. It was pretty early in the morning so I knew no one would be out there to see me in my almost naked form. Goosebumps rose on my body and limbs as colder winds nipped at my form.

I've never had a problem with cold, okay why I do sound like Elsa from Frozen. So my point is, though I shivered, I didn't mind feeling the coldness that soothed me. Yes, I wasn't completely the same person I was back then, but still much of it was the same as I thought of my convo with the gang yesterday.

Since we lived near to the sea, snowfall was rare and the trees weren't the one's those were typically made for winter and I let out a silent prayer for the trees and the stray animals.

Closing the window after looking around one last time at the beautiful scenery of green and white, I went and brushed my teeth and did all my morning stuff.

I put on grey sweatpants and a maroon v-neck woolen sweater and ran down the stairs to see mom and dad, who were watching television hugging each other sideways. I smiled at the sight and went to the kitchen placing three plates and three mugs after which I prepared some tea for my parents.

My parents, especially my mom had a very unhealthy obsession with tea and by the unhealthy I mean it was like an drug addiction to her. She atleast drank minimum 7 cups of tea on a daily basis and trust me, when we were taught withdrawal symptoms of drugs as in of cocaine and marijuana in school, most symptoms matched with the things that my mother did whenever she was deprived of her tea.

Chuckling to myself I poured the tea into the two cups and started serving breakfast.

"Good morning dad" I muttered as my dad entered the kitchen giving me a kind smile.

"Good morning" he said as mom followed him in and helped me set breakfast.

"You should have woken earlier Asher, and also should minimise you're time in the washroom so you can study more" my mom said.

I groaned mentally as my father gave an self accomplished smirk. Not the next three days, I reminded myself before nodding to my mom. She's just being a caring mother I told myself pulling off a stool for me to sit around the island. The rest of the breakfast I stayed silent so as to not attract attention and get bullied by my parents. People think getting verbally bullied by you're classmates sucks, well same happening with you're family sucks more.