You sit there and take pictures of me, The winter air chills our breaths You Laugh. I laugh. I feel a small spark of what I called happiness. It's absolutely freezing.
Come on, the high today is nine degrease. But for some reason I don't feel so cold as the Ice blues my skin and snow infests my bones. Your infectious laugh carries over to me.
"Uh, Beth, I think I broke the camera!"
I know you didn't, of course, but I still rush over. I pity the way I can't stupidly giggle. or be anything resembling a teenage girl. the strange thing is you don't seem to mind.
You stand too close as I fix the glitch. You smell like Cinnamon, apples and warmth too bad I'm like the anti-teen so I just stand there awkwardly Your brown eyes capture mine and I resume my duty of fixing the camera
You run out of film. I frown. We walk back. We don't talk after that.
You do this every month or so, I never expect it I want to Hit myself afterwards. Taunt me, tease me, leave me confused You are another cruel reminder of my living little nightmare.