Twdg | Luke and Nick | idk who to love...

Did you have to...

"How much further?" I asked, wheezing a bit. I didn't think the cold would affect me this much. I could feel my arms and legs becoming numb, my teeth began to shatter, the tips of my nails began to pale a bit (which apparently means you're in the first stage of frostbite).

"Not much further," Jane promised, smirking a bit at my tiredness. But then again she could afford to; she could somehow stay warm just by wearing her infamous jacket, hands tucked firmly in pockets. Yet even with her short hair, barley shielding the cold from her head, not to mention her skinny body (you tend to feel cold if you're skinny apparently) she didn't shake a bit. Not once.

"How are you not cold?" By now I was feeling quite faint, the chilly breeze slowly fading away my vision. It wouldn't be soon before I caught frostbite, or even worse, hypothermia.

"I do a lot of running, netball, baseball, tennis, you name it. Turns out it's very effective." She eyed me my body for a bit, before giving me a intense glare as if to tell me
I was somehow going wrong. It's not that I'm morbidly obese, or even fat, I'm just very curvy, which wouldn't actually be too bad if it wasn't for the fact that I had curves everywhere. My arse was the worst offender of all, it was literally as if it was an ingrown body. And no matter how many times I exercised (or at least I tried to anyway) it never seemed to shrink. I guess it would probably be better if I was fat; my features would match so I'd look a bit more even. But instead I'm cursed with lanky arms, a flat stomach and a protruding ass. Great. Just great.

"If it makes you feel better, just think about the worst case scenario; think of all the horrible diseases - think about having a wobbly belly. It makes you feel sad, right?"
I guess it does. But then again, so many things do: not having that satisfying taste, lingering in your mouth, being insecure about my looks, being hurt by those you love, being betrayed. I could go on and on and on and -

"Just something to think about." Her gaze was now fixed on my back, and I could tell she didn't approve. It didn't take a detective to figure out what appalled her the most. I turned my head sideways so she didn't have to see the shameful expression, written all over my face.

"It's not that easy." Clearly Jane had never had to deal with depression.

"Hey! I never said it was! It's... Possible."

"Whatever." From where I was standing, this conversation was destined to go nowhere. I could feel the heavy jab in my stomach, slowly but surely spreading to every part of my body. It's hard to even fully explain how I felt. Just... Horrible. Jane opened her mouth to speak but closed it pretty quickly after taking one look me. I guess she finally saw sense. Her face was heavily riddled with guilt or pity and quite frankly, I wouldn't be surprised if it was neither.

"We're here." I smiled at that, not from relief but because they were the first words that came out from Jane's mouth that didn't somehow offend me.
Another pleasurable moment was when I realized the very last raindrops hit the floor, revealing a very pretty (though quite faint) rainbow.

"Must be a good sign." I beamed. I was beginning to get the feeling back in my arms and legs again, not to mention that my frown was slowly fading.

Jane nodded, still staring up at the sky, for a little while, as if she was acknowledging something.

"Yeah, it must be. I remember when I'd wake up in the morning, to a rainbow. I used to run into my sister's room to get her up. Sometimes I'd persuade her , other times I pushed her. Or I goddamn carried her I had to."

"Why?"

"She'd always complain if she'd missed it. Always took it out on me. Come to think of it, she took a lot out on me."