
Something have changed since that day , when I was sitting on top of the cable bridge ... It was the day when I met ... Cold..Him..I have no idea how to call him. Was he real? Probably not, I think it was just my imagination, my hallucination or something like that. It just couldn't be real. I should give him some name though, even it is a fantasy. Even a fantasy people should be named... right?! I think so. All the names which comes in my mind is kind cliche ... I won't call , him Edward though... It would be so very very cliche'! I might call him Caldwell , in shortening he could be Cald. Sounds OK for me and it means cold well. So I think it might be just the right name for him.
This morning before going out i checked temperate, outside it is kinda cold ... -27 C . Ha! Very cold, indeed ;) I can feel Cald's presence outside. I can feel how he bites in my nose , how he pinches in my cheeks , how he breaths under my clothing , how he blows in my hair, I can feel him surrounding me. I love this cold, I hope it will never go away.
Who am I ? I know you might think ,who is this crazy girl... Well I am simply me , Anika, female, 20 years old... well almost 20 years old, but who counts right! I should turn 20 in summer. So hopefully I will live long enough. If Caldwell won't take me away with him. I am student, living in tiny dorm room. I live one day at a time. You can never know if tomorrow will come. I sometimes dream that I will die in night and never will see next morning. I sometimes wait when my soul will travel away. It sometimes feels like it... it feels like my soul is tiny thread of glass , so translucent, so fragile, so easily broken. Soul is like a gift from a God, like a breath , invisible but you know that it is there. Sometimes I wait if my soul will just leave me , because I feel like I haven't earned it in any way possible.
I am standing in front of mirror looking at me, dressed in two pairs of woolen socks, one pair is with yellow and black stripes and other pair is with green, blue,gray,red and yellow stripes.. I knitted them myself. I move my toes just to see that I have them and I can move them. I wear my new blue jeans, they are very good looking, I like how they feel like gloves on my skin , envelopes my legs. Then I dress in my favorite pink bra.. I love very colorful bras under my dark clothing, makes me feel more exotic. There comes black pullover with long sleeves and high turtle neck, it almost swallows me , it feels very good being in such big and warm piece of clothing. I look at my self in mirror , eying my face, I have dark hair, full lips and high cheekbones and grayish, blueish eyes. I pull corners of my lips and make my self smile a little bit. I am a mess, this morning, my hair is so yucky because shower is so cold , and i am not ready to allow Cald see me like that. Not yet. Will wait a little or go over my aunt , she has a warm shower. I brush my hair and pull them back in pony tail. Something is missing in my looks... I look for my earrings, I can't go out of room ,without earrings.I love earrings. They are so much fun and I love how they gently touches my neck when I move my head. It feels like someone would caress my neck with tips of their fingers. I search for my red lip gloss , then comes my red scarf , my coat , shoes, my fingerless gloves and my purse, I pull hood of the coat over my head. I take a last look at my self in mirror.... who is this girl ? I always ask that. She is some other me , some other part of me, the one who goes outside, the one who wears one of the countless social masks.. I am ready, ready to go.. I may return.. and I may not...
To be continued...