It's been colder out, Bella's been staying in her room a lot more than usual, the thought of stepping out of the safety of the four walls that keep everyone away from her jarring. It's been long weeks of going to school, then right back home, and then the cycle repeating on the next day.

She doesn't notice that people actually miss her, miss her presence, , attention to her absence. She's one of the few people who have the ability to brighten your days. Even if she has her own, little... gloomy aura. It's the way she is, not like she can help it. Not that you mind it. She knows you, you know her.

That's why when you knock on her window, she's right there to open it. That same, ever-present, faint confusion on her face. Thin brows furrowed, lips pouty.

"What are you doing here?" she asks when you climb in, and her voice is a little weak, probably because she has barely spoken the whole day. She then puts some hair behind her ear and drops back onto her bed like she doesn't even mind your presence, because she doesn't. You're there all the time. "Did you dye your hair?"