Hatsumiyo-momichi

You rub your hands together on your lap as you try to warm them up, cursing winter as a whole. You can’t remember a time in which winter has been specifically rough in this place, or at least as intense as it is behaving right now. It’s as if it’s making up for its lateness seeing as this time last year you were already used to wearing ridiculously thick jackets and hats to everywhere you went. You close your eyes as sigh deeply, feeling the chilly air start to fill your lungs to then escape your parted lips slowly in a white cloud. You look to your side to see Gamzee attempt to swing yet again, his long legs making the ta

You wash your face with almost freezing cold water, rubbing your eyes angrily to get rid of sleep. You look into the mirror as the cool drops fall from your chin to the sink, your tired mind waking from its haze and starting to make you think. You really don’t want to think but it seems to be the only thing you’ve been able to do these last few days, despite resisting the impulse and pressure to do so. You try to let your mind go blank, you really do, but you fail miserably. You breathe in the chilly air of the bathroom and head towards your room, drying your face with the baggy shirt you’re wearing as you walk barefoot thro