The sky was once blue, it allowed the white invaders to start an insane game through air, in this way taking a milky tone, so clean. On the ground level all form of life seemed dead. The world outside turns into a white void, undisturbed by anything, that was Mey. She was lying, eyelash over eyelash, in the snow fell a few hours ago, still growing. She waited motionless for a layer of ice to cover her, for her skin pigment to change to a sickly shade of blue. For a moment she had the impression that Ethan had come back and pulled her out of there, he smiled at her, then they argued again about knight and lady. Her tears didn't freeze on contact with the air, but they conquered her, she didn't protest. Her coffin was made up of the cold white offered by the unfolding phenomenon and her mute, living suffering inside, which having her almost inert body. She was adapted to the environment, fell into her three-month break and set her mind on exceeding the deadline. She was victoriously resisting the tendency to run, to resist, to move a millimeter, like a fallen still life. Unfortunately, her plans are derailed when he hears some footsteps, accompanied by a meow. The cat brushed away the snow until her nose was exposed. The fangs digging greedily into the meat caused her to stand up, shaking off the snow. She sighed in amusement as she noticed the animal desperately rubbing against her arm, demanding that its belly be filled with something good. Somehow her deadness had left, at least for the moment, and he decided to take a walk around the kitchen. Inside, the snow used as ammunition in the battles between the orphans melted so hard it drowned the floor. It must have been their first contact with water since they were impaled, Mey concluded at the walnut green paint that had been hidden under dust and dirt until now. She could feel a warmth in the air, due to the fact that he was wet to the skin. A white steam was coming out from under the kitchen door, much more attractive than the false warmth in the hall. Walk past the middle island, groping for the fridge in the left corner. The shelves were filled with jars, boxed cheese, boxed eggs, another kind of box, boxed milk. All stored in boxes, so simple and clearer organization, easy to find the meat in the back. With her head in the clouds, she didn't get to touch anything and a man's hand dressed in a rolled-up white sleeve put the product of animal origin in her palm. One step back and she skated to the exit with her heart in her chest. The executed movement was useless for her, because she is caught by the shoulder, and for the first time she knows the feeling of fear.
Funny how the caretakers didn't scare her, although they are more like scarecrows.
She is facing the direction she would not be looking, that is, the person's face. Mey considered the situation, not sure if the confidence she would show would have any advantage now. A light bulb goes on and she goes limp and drops the meat on the floor, thinking it will distract him. The calm facial expression, the dimple in his cheeks when he moved his mouth, the wet hair sticking to his face, the thin lips of trust, to keep a secret, a secret, stopped her in place just like a clock whose minute hand had broken, leaving only the second hand workable. The redhead understood the fact that the orphan wanted to give the raw meat for an animal, not blame her, just help that vulnerable being. He motioned for her to wait, not to scream, and handed her a large, white towel, smelling of winter, clean, and some clothes. Without asking what, how, why she quickly dried herself behind a corner of the wall and with skill quickly pulled on her new clothes. The soft material caressed her and gave her a state of comfort and contentment. Before thanking him he asked:

–Why didn't you call anyone to fix me?

–There is nothing wrong with caring for small beings.

–Am I a small being? and you a gigantic one!

–That's why I wanted to take care of you a little, do you believe me?

–I could, but you have something else in mind.

He confessed his thoughts about how she looked like an acquaintance and pulls out a miniature picture from his coat pocket
and hands it to him. She grabbed it with her fingers, frowning and staring at the young woman and the young man in the picture. She had the same white hair, the same golden eyes, even the facial features were not very different, the rest matched perfectly, only in a older version.

–At least, I can say that we all have the impression that we know X from somewhere, that's normal.

–Keep the picture if you want. I don't think I need it anymore.

–Why? Maybe even tomorrow you will meet her again.

–I don't think I can turn back time, but you better keep the picture.

–I'm sorry, thank you for everything.

–Don't mention it! Next time, just come and you'll get what you want without stealing.

Mey was already upstairs, she no longer heard his voice, but the cat purring in her lap, after feeding it well.

© BlairAmy
#orphan #pain #winter #newhope #meet

Ps: Eh, they won't know who they are, but I won't say a word..
Merry Christmas! ❤️