Three Years Made Her Cold Novels & Stories

He came out slamming the door" Aninka tells us. She smiled slyly. "Apparently the child was revealed to him." "We have enough evidence" I say to Aninka. But her face doesn't reflect happiness." I'm sorry." She nods, "Let's go out and do justice." (...) The cold makes me shiver. It's winter and no matter how warm I am, it doesn't save me. I don't know why but I am very intolerant to cold. So any cold makes me shiver. Also, the cold makes my foot hurt more than usual.

Slamming the van door behind her, she turned on the engine and waited for its warmth to thaw the frozen blocks that had been her feet. Knowing it would take a while for the heat to do its work, she turned up the collar of her coat. This was a different cold from the cold she had become used to in Edmonton. Damper, more penetrating . . . It had been on a night very like this one that her last scene with Brand had been played out.

She stared at it like she'd never seen one before. It's been three years, not thirty years. I hissed impatiently. "What the fuck are you waiting for? Open your mouth." She hesitated, eyes glassy with fresh tears. That pissed me off even more. I gripped her jaw, forcing her lips apart. "Mitch..." she sobbed again. Always calling my name like some idiot. "Don't act shy now. You wanted to do something for me, right? So do it. You should be happy I want to do something sexual with you after three years. Do you want me to get it somewhere else?"

Something else entirely. The light of water, frozen beneath three hundred years of ice, finally beginning to melt. "Three hundred years. You're the first person who's made me feel that I could live a little longer."

### Aurora's POV ## The rhythmic thud of my sneakers hitting the pavement was the only sound I focused on. Ninety days. It had been exactly three months since Donald threw me out into the cold night with nothing but a suitcase and a broken heart. A lot had changed since then.

She held that much hate and envy in her heart for that girl. She switched on the television and kept tuning until it came to a stop on Tom Cruise's unaging face. She sighed in content, feeling cool, but then she noticed something. Cool wasn't just a feeling, the room got colder, a sudden chill ran down her spine effortlessly, making her shiver slightly.

I nodded. She’d made it all up. Three years

Liam let out a soft laugh and playfully tousled my hair. "Selena, it's been ten years. You've grown distant from me!" I pretended to be annoyed and pushed his hand away. "Ugh, you've ruined my hair again!" It was as if we had been transported back to the days when the three of us were thick as thieves. Once my fever recovered, Liam stuck by my side, helping me pick up all the essentials I needed to get by.

I have to laugh at her, “if I didn’t go get it I would have to bring you to go get it, so I technically just saved myself the trip” She giggles and then offers me her spoon filled with ice cream on it, she just had her mouth on. I took it just because I knew her mouth was just there, “nope, still tastes like shit”! She laughs and scoops another spoonful into her mouth, not fazed that the spoon in question was just in mine! “It’s so lonely here, kind of miss your mother’s house”, she says. “I’m moving out next week so I guess I’ll miss it too, eventually”, I tell her.

For thirty years, she had always been like this with me. No one around us would ever say Claire didn't love me. Everyone said she loved me more than she loved her own life. Even during the car accident, her first instinct had been to shield me. She hadn't cared that she'd ended up with three broken ribs. And yet this woman who loved me so desperately had deceived me for thirty years. I closed my eyes and forced down the suffocating emotions surging through my chest. Then, beneath her worried gaze, I pulled my hand from hers expressionlessly. "We're done."