ARMS CROSS OVER HER CHEST, body slightly relaxed in the presence of the other as they stand just a few feet from one another. winter had never been someone well versed in the art of speaking to people, the slight awkwardness she held coupled with how uninterested she tended to appear never made it easy━besides, not most people approach the girl dressed in head to toe black with dyed silver hair. ( with a known family history of supposed crazies, weirdo’s ) it didn’t exactly make her the outcast she feels like sometimes, but it AIDED in appearing unapproachable. but then, in moments she feels like this, winter asks herself : when did i ever really give two SHITS about what other people think of me? I am who I am, && that’s good enough for me . . why isn’t it for everyone else? emma seemed the exception. ; it was something about her that made winter feel at ease whenever they did anything together━she could be who she was without fear of JUDGEMENT. ❝ anything interesting happen today? ❞ wondered winter a loud to the other, palms pressed against the kitchen counter as head tilted && the softest, most subtle, SMILE presses against pink lips. / @fntsmae
