inspired by 'heather' by conan gray

"i still remember the third of december, me in your sweater you said it looked better on me than it did you only if you knew how much i liked you, but i watch your eyes as she walks by what a sight for sore eyes brighter than the blue sky she's got you mesmerized while i die"

you shivered, absolutely regretting your choice of clothing today. this year,—or any year, for that matter—december was cruel. just the whole aspect of the cold and snow made you want to crawl into a hole and lay there until the season was over.

the last place you wanted to be was school, yet here you were, eyes on the board and mind on a certain someone. you turned your gaze to riki, then immediately shifted it to the girl who sat beside him.

heather was the dream—perfect face, perfect body, perfect everything. she was who everyone wanted to be. but for him, she was who he wanted.

riki was your dream, your everything. but in this life, he wasn't yours to have. after all, he loved the girl you had envied all your life.

you saw the way he looked at her—as if she were the only person in the room. and, maybe, you wished that were you instead.

you stood at the bus stop after school, making patterns in the snow piled up on the sidewalk. your finger was numb by now, and so was the rest of your body. you shivered for what seemed like the millionth time, despite not feeling the cold at all at this point.

for a second there, you almost felt warmer—as if someone had wrapped their arms around you in a hug. you turned around, catching sight of a black sweater draped around your shoulders.

"it looks better on you," riki explained, his lips tugging into a smile as he spotted your masterpiece drawn in the snow. "besides, you look like you're gonna freeze to death out here, you know that?"