𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓽𝔂 𝓢𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓼

11 | stone cold

Writing was the only way to actually express my feelings, even more since I had felt the need to close up again. I liked to think that everything that had happened to me made me stronger and wiser. Bullshit. That was just a façade, inside I was still this idiot and manipulable little girl. No matter what I did, I always ended up hurt. In a matter of few weeks I had switched from not wanting to socialize to actually kinda enjoy the girls company to just being a bitch again.

Closing my eyes for a second, I took a long inhalation, appreciating the cold air of the day.
Somehow I found it reassuring because even in the coldest day of the year, the sun wouldn't go away. Even hidden behind tons of clouds, it would still be there, high in the sky, watching us with a maternal look.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear steps behind me, slightly shaking the pontoon on which I was sitting.

"Don't tell me it's a nice and warm day today." said a smooth voice showing a hint of amusement.

Quickly glancing up, I saw her standing next to me, her hands stucked in the pockets of her long coat, her hazel hair waving down around her face.
Did she actually remember the exact same words I had used an eternity ago?
What a memory.
I mean, she was a history teacher so why was I even surprised?

A mix of feelings spread through my bones before I followed her gaze to my lap.
There laid wide open my black notebook showing the poem I just ended up writing.

"Shit." I muttered quickly closing it.

Looking down at the front page mostly hidden by my palms, I couldn't see her but I knew she hadn't left.

"The one you gave me in class was good. You'll have a correct grade."
I didn't answer at that.
"I've never been here. Except the fact that it's freezing outside that's nice. Calm."

"That's what I like about this place. Nobody comes here." I replied looking to the water, secretly telling her that I didn't want her here.

"I can tell you really like this place. It's visible from my room window."
Frowning, I looked back at her as she was pointing her finger to help my eyes find the window she was talking about.
That's her room?

After a few seconds I replied, raising an eyebrow at her. "How much time to you spend in your room?"

"Too much." I hadn't heard her giggle since what felt like forever. "I need calm to work."

I slowly nodded at that, doing my best to not look directly in her eyes for more than a second.

"I also like this little café in the center of London. People are nice there." Why was she telling me all those things? It's not like I asked her anything.
"Alright I'll leave you alone now. Please don't catch a cold." She said holding my gaze for a few seconds before smiling kindly.

"Never Miss Anderson." I finally said as she was beginning to walk away.
That was so weird. Or was it again just me?

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Knock knock knock

With an annoyed sigh I get out of my bed -where I spent way too many minutes staring at the ceiling- to go open my door.

"Emily? What are you-" I've rapidly been stopped by her showing two hot mugs.
A sweet chocolate scent invaded my nose.

"Hot chocolate delivery, move."

Not finding the courage to try to find an excuse so she wouldn't enter, I let her in, closing the door behind her.
My gaze followed her back as she took a sit on my bed as normally as if it was hers.
It seemed so cozy seeing her holding a smoking mug in this now almost dark room. The atmosphere had dramatically changed, it was just cold and quiet before she entered.