Magnolia in May [H.S]

Part three

Magnolia

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The frivolous downpour crashes against my window, creating a domino effect of endless pitter patter. Music to my forlorn ears, my bedside lamp slightly glows in the dim room.

I huddle against the wall, gazing as the lengthy trees dance in the all powerful winds. Swaying at ease, the leaves fly around. The blanketing fog wrapped the trickling rain together in a bow. My eyes focus on the polaroid outside my curtains, tunning in the oh so perfect white noise. Even on the rough days rain was never considered 'bad weather'. It meant soon this place would be filled with even more greenery, that instead of snowstorms we'd get monsoons. That spring had finally sprung, no more flurries just showers.

The sweater draped around my half-naked body lays two sizes bigger than me. So worn in its basically falling apart at the seams, the once burnt orange color is now faded and dull. Smells just like her, cigarettes and maple. The thought of it makes me sad, that I should just throw the damned thing away but it is my favorite hoodie. It's also the one last things I have of her that results in somewhat positive memories, so attached to this dumb piece of cloth it is.

I wouldn't have it any other way. Or maybe someday I'll have the balls to throw it in a fire pit, donate or trash it. I take one last longing sniff of the sweater, then chucking it across the room, leaving myself in only my undergarments.

Oh my sweet darling saffron, why oh why did you have to break my heart...

       I take my stunning feather plow comforter and wrap it around my chilly skin, it coddles me like a babe. Filling that role of comfort that I yearned for.

Beautiful chaos unfolds outside, fueling the ambience inside. My pager beside me beeps, I ignore the noise looking back to the window. Retreating over the sight, tall green trees, an icy snow-covered mountain range, rocky hillside, frosted-over pond. Over and over to distract from the thoughts screaming through my head. Green and more green, snow and fresh dribbles from the rain.

I put up a fight, yet I'd seem I was losing. Welling occurred, blurring the already vaguely fogged picture. The unwanted sniffles push through, adding to the growing interesting pitter.

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"Ma chérie!" She hums in a low voice, it echoes through the cozy room. I giggle shuffling under the warmed sheets. Crawling on fours, I patter to the end of the bed, peeking my head from the half-tucked blanket.

"La douceur? Oh, où pensez-vous que vous allez?" She mumbles, I poof off the bed taking the once tucked sheer with me.

"Loin de vous." I tease, crawling towards the door with the blankets over my head.

"Est-ce vrai?" I could feel her figure balancing on the bed above me. The sheet obscured my peripheral vision but I could imagine how she looked. Tousled black hair, thin circle glasses and rosie cheeks to contradict her intense piercing blue eyes.

"Oui!" I squeal as she picks me up with both hands, playfully tossing me back on the bed. I bellow into the fluff around me as her freezing fingers go underneath my shirt to tickle me. Squirming, nonetheless she continues, now kissing the places she once tickled. Butterflies erupt into the air urging my loudened giggles. The noises only encourage her further, filling the room with heat.
"Mon amour est-il chatouilleux?"

"Assez!" I giggle.

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My eyes puddle, sucking in deep breaths was no medicine. The disastrous weather was no medicine.