LOGIN"Hey, Winter!" Delta chirped, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You won today, right? Are you going to drown the competition in the next tournament?"
I chuckled as I moved closer to the counter. "Drown them? I'm just trying not to sink myself, thank you very much."
She flashed me a knowing smile before preparing my drink. "And I heard our local 'I'm the woman's gift' honored you with a new, elegant nickname. What was it? Winter Queen? What do you think of such royal titles?"
I rolled my eyes dramatically, though a shy smile slipped onto my lips. "Paul's a fool. That nickname is ridiculous." I took my order and paid, then chuckled to myself, "...and it's Bloodybelly comb Jelly." I revealed, and Delta burst out laughing. I used this moment to gather my sweets, escape, and settle into a cozy corner where the radiators provided the warmest comfort.
I was aware that Delta wouldn't take a hint and would eventually probe further, but for a brief moment, the checkout line and the picky customers gave me a brief slice of calm. I enjoyed my favorite hot chocolate and blueberry pastries, savoring each bite. However, my peace was short-lived; soon, Delta sat down at my table, looking at me with those warm brown eyes, and I summarized my fight with Paul today.
Delta leaned in, her tone conspiratorial, "Oh come on! When will you finally realize that this guy is in love with you? His silly teasing is the textbook symptom of a lovesick puppy." She said, shaking her head at me. "You're very attractive."
I snorted. "Attractive? More like tragically awkward. I mean, look at me—no make-up, dull personality, and a side of self-doubt!"
"You really should examine yourself more closely. You've got those green-amber eyes that attract people like moths to a flame, and your hair, please! That stunning mane of red waves stands out in a sea of boring blondes and browns. And that witty attitude you flaunt like waves? You're truly one of a kind."
Her compliments made me blush, and I instinctively tucked a rebellious strand of hair behind my ear. "It's not like that," I protested, feigning indifference. "Besides, he's not my type."
Delta raised an eyebrow, teasing me with a playful smirk. "What is your type then? A knight in shining armor? A rugged oceanographer? Someone who knows how to keep up with a winter queen?"
I paused, sinking deep into that question as I visualized the boys I had known. Paul, despite his endearing quirks, made my skin prickle with irritation rather than excitement. He was sweet in his way, but his constant infatuation felt dull compared to the vibrance I longed for. "I guess… I just don't know," I admitted, suddenly feeling introspective. "Does anyone even exist to warm my icy heart?"
Delta propped her chin on her hands, her expression turning serious for a moment. "Don't worry. When you come face to face with the right guy, it's like…" She glanced over her shoulder, her gaze lighting up when she spotted her fiancé behind the counter, a slight grin on his face as he busily prepped orders. "Like that," she said, turning back to me with a dreamy gleam in her eye. "Your heart will pound, and those butterflies will turn into an entire zoo."
A shiver ran down my spine at her words, and I felt that dizzying warmth creep into my chest as I watched her settle into the comfort of her love. It was strange yet enchanting to see. "Are you saying I'll just know?" I asked, half-mockingly.
"Exactly! You'll feel it all through you. But you must keep your heart open, Winter. It's not about chasing some perfect version of love. It's about noticing when you genuinely feel something."
I mulled over her statement, the weight of it settling into my mind. I grabbed my hot chocolate, steaming and inviting, with the scone neatly balanced beside it. "Maybe I do want that," I admitted quietly, forcing a breathy laugh to lighten the heaviness. "But I think for now, I'll just focus on the upcoming swim meet. Winning that could change everything for me… even possibly getting into Marine Sciences."
"Girl, you're capable of so much! You focus on swimming, and I'll focus on finding you someone who can live up to your royal standards." Her playful energy was contagious, even as I sipped my delightful drink, feeling the warmth spread through me.
We talked back and forth, the conversation flowing with laughter and stories, making the cold outside feel farther away with each passing moment. I savored the comfort of our friendship, the sense of support surrounding us. But somewhere, unconsciously, that whisper stayed—what if there was someone out there meant for me?
Maybe it was wishful thinking, a fleeting dream carried by winter winds, but for now, my heart wouldn't turn into a snow-locked fortress. Besides, I had the contest to get ready for, the thrill of water ahead, and the joy of sharing sweet moments in this whimsical coffee shop.
As I finished my scone, my thoughts drifted back to the dreams waiting for me—like snowflakes, delicate but beautiful—and I silently vowed to find warmth in the unknown, whatever or whoever it might be. A girl can dream, after all, especially when she's named Winter.
For a moment, I thought of the life I longed for, the future I had written on my college applications. That girl symbolized everything I wished for—hope, happiness, a chance to dance in the sunlight instead of hiding in the corners of my dull life. I couldn't shake the feeling that she was the new me, the free spirit I wanted to wake up.When morning arrived, I found myself staring at the ceiling once again, a renewed sense of determination taking hold of my thoughts. The dream lingered at the edges of my mind, its essence pulsing with promise as I considered the opportunity ahead. I set my sights on winning—gaining acceptance into that college, escaping this cold town that seemed indifferent to me, and building a future where I could shed this old skin of doubt and resentment.Yet the strange juxtaposition persisted. My parents, despite their well-meaning support, left little notes scattered around the house, each one edged with a sense of urgency, as if they sensed my inner turmoil
Back in my room, I slammed the door behind me, letting the force of it echo through the walls, as if it could somehow chase away the growing tide of disappointment. The edges of my anger started to soften, replaced by an aching sadness that wrapped around me like a poorly fitting blanket. I wanted to scream, to cry, to let it all out, but the tears wouldn't come. Leaning against the cool wood of my desk, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the window, my eyes searching for answers, for comfort; yet all I saw was a girl tangled in her turmoil. I grabbed my journal from the bedside table, the well-worn pages welcoming my frantic thoughts.With pen in hand, I poured my heart out, scribbling furiously. How could they not see how important this was?Why did everything feel like an uphill battle, an exercise in futility? My writing raced across the pages, the ink spilling the secrets of my heart that I hadn't found the words to say aloud."You're not alone," echoed in my mind, a haunting
"Hey," I mumbled, surprised by the unusual calm that surrounded them. The tension in my chest simmered just beneath the surface. I went to the sink and filled a glass with water, hoping to wash away the remnants of sleep. I could feel my mother's eyes on me, an unusual weight in her look as she exchanged strange glances with my father. It wasn't lost on me that they seemed less like the high-strung professionals I was used to seeing during the week and more like regular people. Before I could fully process this curious shift, my mother cleared her throat, drawing me from my contemplation. The sound cut through the hazy morning, and I focused on her, a small flicker of unease igniting in me."Winter," she began, her voice steady but filled with an unfathomable emotion. "We need to talk."Instantly, the knot in my stomach tightened. "What is it?" I asked, setting my glass down carefully. It felt as if the air was charged with static, the calm before a storm, and I sensed this was not g
With a surge of energy, I pushed against the tendrils. They clung to me, but with each inch I gained, that warm voice wrapped around my heart, strengthening my resolve. I reached out to her, fingers desperately grasping the empty air as I clawed my way toward the light she seemed to embody.But just as I thought I was breaking free, she began to shimmer and blur again, her form dissipating as if the winds of fate conspired to snatch her away. My heart dropped into the abyss, and I lunged forward, crying out for her, but no sound responded this time."Don't leave me!" I wailed in panic, but she was fading, a sunbeam slipping through my fingers, evaporating into the void like mist in the morning light.I jolted awake, the suddenness of my gasping breath startling me fully into the new reality of my darkened bedroom. My heart hammered against my ribcage like a frantic drum. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and the remnants of the dream clung to me like cobwebs—tenacious and unyielding.I cou
*Winter*The night fell over the town like a dark cloak, hiding the warm glow of the streetlights and wrapping the world in a quiet, calm silence. I lay cocooned under my blankets, thinking about how I always felt out of place with how simple everything seemed. My mind was restless as I stared at the ceiling, tracing the random patterns in the plaster with my eyes and feeling the weight of unformed thoughts crowding my brain.I couldn't shake the feeling of inadequacy that had taken root deep within me, like an unwelcome houseguest. There I was, a teenager with dreams as vast as the ocean but a heart as tangled as a fishing net. I often wondered whether I was meant to drift aimlessly, pushed and pulled by life's currents, like a lost buoy bobbing in chaotic waves.With a heavy sigh, I turned onto my side and pulled my pillow closer. Sleep arrived hesitantly, as if waiting for an invitation I wasn't sure I wanted to give. But once it did, it pulled me into its depths, plunging me into
"Hey, Winter!" Delta chirped, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You won today, right? Are you going to drown the competition in the next tournament?"I chuckled as I moved closer to the counter. "Drown them? I'm just trying not to sink myself, thank you very much."She flashed me a knowing smile before preparing my drink. "And I heard our local 'I'm the woman's gift' honored you with a new, elegant nickname. What was it? Winter Queen? What do you think of such royal titles?"I rolled my eyes dramatically, though a shy smile slipped onto my lips. "Paul's a fool. That nickname is ridiculous." I took my order and paid, then chuckled to myself, "...and it's Bloodybelly comb Jelly." I revealed, and Delta burst out laughing. I used this moment to gather my sweets, escape, and settle into a cozy corner where the radiators provided the warmest comfort.I was aware that Delta wouldn't take a hint and would eventually probe further, but for a brief moment, the checkout line and the picky custo







