As I stood out in the balcony, the cold air hitting me hard I wondered when summers will come again. I liked it better than winter. Winters were cold and dreary and sometimes depressing. Like it was today. Just when I started to get a little happy, why does things have to go south again. Why always things like these happens to me? Or maybe its me who's the problem in the first place.
What exactly was wrong with me?
"Why the heck are you standing here?" Ava grumbled shutting the door behind her. "Gosh, its so cold! Here you go, I made some soup,"
"Thanks," I said and grabbed the cup from her. It was tomato soup, the instant crap but in this cold even that tasted good.
"Elena, there was something I wanted to say," Ava muttered, leaning on the railing. "I...have a feeling that somethi
