Winter. White blanket covered everything and I was on my way to a hot chocolate with a friend. ˝Oh… She’s already waiting. Great, she will be mad at me, I always keep her waiting.˝
As I was approaching I spotted her blank eyes, her tired look as if she hadn’t slept all night.
˝Hey babe! Oh I’ve missed you so much, how long has it been? It feels like an entire month had passed.˝
No answer. I saw that sudden movement of trying to say something but it seems that her voice betrayed her. There was no make up on her face which was another bizarre thing. Ever since I met her, there had not been a day she wasn’t all dressed up. Her hair was greasy and pulled back all the way. I felt like standing in front of an unfamiliar person.
˝Sweetie, what’s wrong? ˝ She lifted her head and looked at me with so much sadness and shook her head. What was the shaking sign for?
˝Please don’t make me talk.˝ - she muttered in a shaky voice.
I took her hand and pulled her towards me. She tried to get away for a moment but than gave in my embrace. Her coldness was worse than the weather. Her hands and her face were warm, but still she felt cold. Something inside me flinched as if she had her pain passed on me. “No more questions”, I said. “Let’s go!”
She put her hand into mine and we started walking. As we walked, she got warmer and warmer, she even smiled at one of many of my jokes I cracked that night. Even though it was a mild reflection of a smile, it still was a smile. We walked up and down the same street for about ten times when she stopped, looked me in my eyes and said “I’m ready to cry, don’t even try to stop me!”
We walked into the nearest coffee shop and sat down. She was ready to talk and I was more than ready to listen.
