He was hidden in the tall blooming flowers. The boy, small and frail, completely defenseless if another came. Fear swallowed his breath. Hunger gripped his stomach. Frost coating his pale skin.
He barely squeaked when a young man found his chilled frame. The young man tried to pour hot chocolate into the boy's mouth but the warm liquid escaped the boy's cold lips. Once a fleece jacket was wrapped around the shivering child, only then did he allow the young man to hold his weak frame close. Sleep consumed the boy at last but he could never forget the flowers in the snow.
I couldn't suppress the laughter for if it didn't escape me, I feared I would die from choking on the joyous sound. I always laughed when white powders fell on me. It always looked as if it snowed on me.
"Wow you're weird." Chris chuckled.
My best friend, Chris, always called me weird. I simply thought I was different. We don't always see eye to eye.
"Well it looks like snow."
"What's with you and snow, Laurenz?"
I grew uncomfortable when he asked that. I hate it when people ask that. Chris knows to not even think of that question around me. He knows I refuse to answer it.
"Sorry. I'm just really curious. You always think snow when something white and powdery falls on you. It's weird and I think it's about time I knew why you have this thing with snow." Chris explained.
"I don't want to talk about it!" My anger smashed the dam of my voice that hides emotion, gathering everybody's attention.
My cheeks burned hot and I could feel my throat closing up.
"Calm down. Calm down, Laurenz. It's okay. You're fine. Nothing's hurting you, right?" The gentle soothing voice of my dad cooed in my ear, easing away the panic that was rising up from my stomach like tidal waves clashing against the shore.
I knew his voice was only in my head. I think about it when the panic begins to climb the wall.
Chris's mom looked at me with worry. I smiled shyly as an attempt to reassure her. I think it worked.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Chris. Don't worry. Just panic bubbling away as usual."
"Alright. Maybe you should go see a doctor about that though. You had me worried."
"I'm sorry. I'll talk to my dad."
We left the words to hang from their cliff and continued the long, dragging process of baking. We were baking brownies. When he had grabbed something out of the cabinet, the giant flour bag fell over and a bunch fell on me, sprinkling me with white.
Suddenly I collapsed to the floor, an awful aching in my head, clawing away all thoughts. The horrible headache hammered away at my skull. Terrifying images flashed before my eyes as I felt my head hit something.
They all dulled away as Chris's arms started wrapping around me and pulled me into his lap. His arms were gentle around me. The enchanting smell of his cologne eased away the throbbing even more so. I recognized it as AXE but I couldn't tell which one it was.
"Are you okay?" He whispered softly in my ear, his breath warm against my skin.
"It was just my head. What happened? What hit my head?" I asked.
"The flour bag fell."
"All onto me?"
"Oh yeah. You need a bath."
"I don't think I can get up."
"That's fine. I'll take care of you. If you'll let me."
"Go right ahead."
I couldn't suppress a smile when Chris began cradling me in his arms. A light dazed giggle escaped my lips in the process.
He was so gentle as he carried me to his bedroom. First we were grabbing some clothes I could wear. Ever since the first time I fell asleep at his house, we've kept a small duffle of my clothes at his place.
I watched him as he pulled out one of my cotton button ups and a pair of red plaid pajama pants. I laughed when I saw the blue shirt and red pants. I didn't like the color combination. He must have noticed my distaste for red and blue because he shoved the red pants back in, only to be replaced by white plaid pajama pants. I nodded slightly to let him know they were fine.
The grey bathroom counter was cold against my butt. I didn't dare stop Chris as he began unbuttoning my shirt. We were comfortable around each other. He doesn't show his surprise of seeing my scars anymore. He's probably gotten used to them.
It startled me though when he yanked me of the counter and pressed me up against the wall. He held me up. He was so close.
"I know you like me but don't worry. I like you too. You have no idea how hard it is to not kiss you every second." He whispered, his breath brushing against my lips.
His hazel eyes filled my vision the same way my body filled the space between him and the cream wall. Time seemed to slow down around us as our eyelids closed. I couldn't hide a smile. Even if the daunting memory overcame my consciousness, taking me under the surface instantly.