It's Cold ★

Characters

Claire Hills, Samson and Ivan McKinny, Jennifer Torres, Eli James, and Chris Thorne

Description

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   Claire is broken, although she seems so fixed and perfect. Eli is the glue, but he seems more fucked up than she is. In the time slipping between their fingers, Claire thinks the glue has run dry and probably can't fix her anymore. 

Foreword

                       The bitter cold seeped into Claire's skin as she rubbed her palms together, smoke puffing out of her mouth, nose and cheeks pink. She stares off into the distant sound of merry laughter and she sighs. She faces her house's door open and removes her Ugg boots. Her eyes are empty and her heart has a hole, but she just lets it go as she sits down on her grey couch, her flat screen TV turned on and showing all kinds of moving pictures of perfect people. Perfect bodies, perfect faces- perfect everything. It mocks her, and she didn't stop herself when she turned it off again and threw the remote some place only God knows.

                       Her house isn't actually that bad. It's a modern kind of house that's grey scaled, her walls are painted pure white and the lights are in the spaces between the wall, and the ceiling. A small chandelier hangs in the middle of it all; right on top of the coffee table, where her fuzzy white carpet is underneath that small table, and where she, in most days, sleeps on. It's nothing grand, just very minimalist since Claire doesn't really aim for all those diamond-ringed things that show off your gluttony and greed.  Claire doesn't like the spot light.

                       The shrill ring of her door bell catches her off guard. Who could be visiting her when her parents aren't in the country, and her friends all have busy schedules? She stares through the peeking hole and sees a new face. Opening the door just a little, Claire comes face to face with a young man about in her age, and she dared ask despite her shy nature- "I'm sorry, but who are you?" 

                       That bright face beamed at her so brightly, Claire found it impossible. "Me? oh, I'm your new neighbor!" He chirped. "I'm Ivan McKinny, and I have a brother, but he's not the type to actually go around and introduce himself to the neighbors," Ivan chuckled. Claire's shoulders relaxed as she opened the door wider. "I'm Claire Hills," She introduces, offers her hand for him to shake.

                       And just by that one contact, Claire knew that this man would be one of the reasons why her life would change.