Heart of Moss

Chapter 4

Jennie
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As soon as my feet touched the ground, the cold breeze swept over me, blowing my dark hair up in the front. My brown sweater was pulling me to follow the breeze and without my heavy luggage, I would have been flying already.

It was undeniable cold here, the climate was completely different from the tropicals. I turn my head, to see people in tank tops and short bottoms. I gulp, "Aren't they bothered by the chill?"

Lewis shook his head, "It's August, ding dong. It's still summer here." Despite saying that, he was blowing over his hands and rubbed them, trying to produce body heat.

"How the climate changes based on the location really is amazing," Bia laughed, playing with the large scarf on her neck. I smile at them.

We've just gotten out of the airport, and it was already a different world. Staring at the people in tank tops and shorts, I grab a hair tie hidden away in my pants and tie my strands, already feeling the coldness of the air. "J-Jennie! It's like, legitimately cold!"

I look behind me, looking at his green irises, "There's only one way to get used to something."

Both Bia and I finished my idea, "Doing it." She combed her long blonde hair using her own fingers and smiled sheepishly.

I took out my phone, snapping a picture with us three. Lewis smiled brightly, stretching his skin underneath his eye. Bia just smiled but positioned herself closer to the camera. I grinned, as big as my human body could, and did a peace sign. I sent the picture to my family's GC, sending a text 'Just got here!' Immediately, as expected, the picture got buried in history with the number of messages coming from them.

'OMG THAT'S SO COOLLLLL'
'Watch out for pesky criminals, you three.'
'TAKE CARE, PANDA!!!!!'
'Good luck there, children.'

I giggled to myself, smiling at them. I miss them already. Getting used to this cool breeze is easy, but days without them? It'll never get better.

Why do I depend on them so much? These people?

"You know you'll never be a doctor, Jennifer Wilson. You can't even say the five senses without stuttering or multiplying numbers. Doctors are strong and confident."

"Excuse me? Yes, you. My daughter will be a doctor if she wishes to be so. Albert Einstein was considered a failure in his early life, yet there he was, a scientist known by humankind. Who are you to assume who my daughter was, who she is, and who she will be when you have done zero effort in getting to know her and in helping her. I'll be seeking out your boss, and my daughter will be transferred to a different school."

...Why did I have to remember that now? It's just making things worse.

Suddenly, Lewis placed his warm hand on my right shoulder, his temperature increasing as he strengthened his grip. "You miss them."

I laugh, softly. He then wrapped his arms around me and pet my hair. It felt so soothing, warm, calm to be in his arms. So peaceful, that I nearly forgot we were in public. And Bianca was standing right behind us.

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It was early morning. I was sipping my usual sage tea while studying books about the colon, an organ commonly operated on during trauma surgery. Sage tea is a huge help in improving memories and even have their own health benefits. It gives off the fragrant aroma, and yet it reminds me of the warm feeling of running on your feet at the streets of home.

I perked up at the sound of footsteps, seeing Bia walking down the stairs. Her hair was in a ball of tangles, with her blue irises almost not visible due to her drowsiness.

"Good morning, Bia," I smile at her, waving my hand.

Her eyes turned to me and smiled back, "Hi Jennifer. You're up early."

I take another sip of my tea, before responding, "Yea, was just studying for college."

"It's 7 AM, and the university doesn't start for 5 days.."

I chuckle, "It's less than a week, Bia."

She shrugged her shoulders and sat next to me on the dining table. I closed my biology book and tied my hair once more, "You'd like some sage tea?"

She nodded and rubbed her eyes, before yawning herself to sleep. I stood up and poured her a cup. Handing it to her, the aroma and warm breeze flew to her face, and she gently wakened. She whispered, "Thank you, Jennifer."

"No problem." I pulled up my chair and sat next to her. We sipped our tea together, in comfortable silence. She was still in her pajamas. Full-blown covered in long sleeves and pants of the purple color. Normally I'd only be wearing a t-shirt and my underwear at this time, but since I'll be staying with these two, about time to have some modesty. 

We were both watching the sunrise, as the clouds spread out. It's been a day since we moved into what was supposed to be my apartment. Fortunately, it was big enough for all three of us, and we all agreed on sharing the rent. 

I turn to Bia, who smiled at the sky. I gulp. Despite love being chemistry, I could never understand how to deal with it. I've accepted the fact that he'll never be mine, but it's so hard.

Bia and I may not be extremely close, but I am curious about what she'll think of my conundrum. 

"Hey, Bia?" I ask, calling for her attention. She remained her haze to the sky, but her ears twitched at my sound, "Yes, Jennifer?"

It took me a moment, before continuing, "How do you move on?"

She fell silent, her peaceful gaze broken. Her eyes turned to me, and her posture was stiff. She looked at me, a long distant gaze. All signs of her usual shyness are gone, replaced by a far away emotion. "You just do," she finally answers, "I don't think you ever move on from someone. He or she will always take part in your heart. Engraved in your memory."

Another silence fell upon us. This time, it was uncomfortable. And I hated it.

Her gaze remained on me. She frowned, and her shyness was back. "Hey, Jennifer?"

"Yea?"

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"You like Lewis, don't you?"