Todos los capítulos de Winter's Awakening: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

I glanced over my shoulder at the house, knowing I should step away from the threshold, but an inexplicable urge kept me rooted to the spot. What if they call again? What if today's the day they remember? I can almost hear my mother's laughter echoing through the halls—before I succumb to the pull of winter wonderland, a part of me yearns for their presence. Instead, I step outside, crystallized air filling my lungs as I watch the children down the street molding snow into unmistakable shapes of joy—forts, snowmen, and laughter spilling like hot cocoa from a thermos.Just a few blocks away is the community pool, the one place where I can shed layers of expectation and doubt. For most, swimming is a task or sport, but for me, it's a form of transcendence. I'm not just floating; I become one with the water, losing myself in its rhythm. With each stroke, I carve out a path where I can finally breathe—not just air, but possibility. Merging into the liquid tapestry, I dream of a day when I

Just as I prepared to push for another lap, Paul reappeared, looking like a bronze statue from ancient Greek mythology, ready to bring another round of annoyance. "Hey, Winter," he called out, suppressing a smile, "shame about that nickname. You know what it means, right?" "Of course," I shot back, kicking away toward the far side again. "I'm sure you Googled it thoroughly—that's how you found out I'm clearly one of the most graceful swimmers around."Paul laughed, and part of me couldn't help but let a reluctant grin slip through. We weren't quite enemies, yet I was determined to keep our relationship free from any romantic notions or attempts at charm. The rivalry was enough of a distraction; I didn't need more chaos than the swirling confusion I felt inside. With each stroke, I remembered that this was mine—my pool, my competition, and my space. Uninvited or not, I was determined to define what it meant to be Winter, my name echoing back to me with beauty and ichor from the depth

*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," 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

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