Screaming- crying- sobbing- shivering-
“Nothing much could move Natalya, expression frozen and spirit dull as her surroundings was nothing more than a blur. The same faces, which she couldn’t trust no matter how much she tried, the same people, with whom she wouldn’t bother to waste her time over, inaudible murmurs she didn’t want to comprehend; it was all the same.
The frost never thawed and the sunlight barely seemed to truly touch her skin with its haziness. A swirling but a quite storm inside her mind, no shelter to hide from it.
It was a laugh at first. Piercing through the crowd, an unapologetic feminine laugh, Poland- she presumed, having met the Polish woman several times through Ukraine, her elder sister.
With her mind a bit awake now; her eyes scanned the crowd, wanting to feel a bit of familiarity in this crowded room with faces blur and voices distorted.
To breathe through the suffocating atmosphere and finally, to leave. Simply chatting with the Polish woman would be enough, about anything no matter how annoying she could be, and then they could meet Ukraine-
Her thoughts abruptly stopped.
It was masculine but soft, polite, as if the man was trying to be quite but couldn’t hold it in, feeling shy to chuckle loudly and feeling embarrassed from his friend’s loudness.
Her feet moved slightly towards the source, breathing shakily and then curiously walking until— all she could hear was her heartbeat and his soothing murmur.
No one would call her expression as lovestruck; eyes lidded and lips lacking a smile, Belarus didn’t have the sparkles in her eyes as her sister did when she found something lovely.
Rather her eyes narrowed, with curiosity itching her fingertips, wanting to touch the source and know that it was real, and that she wasn’t going insane out of desperation for some happiness.
Lithuania, she had heard of him, caught a glimpse of him or so- never so closely or so… tenderly. It felt as if he wasn’t simply a leaf falling to the floor, sunlight chased away or the wind passing by. No, he was going nowhere for now; and he felt so real, she didn’t realize that he wasn’t so noticeable to her, because all along he seemed to be chasing the world and she was stuck in the cold. Unable to follow.
The hazy sunlight, which provided no warmth whatsoever for her, generously spilled all over the man’s back from the window behind him. Making him seem so.. warm, a politely gentle smile on his face, brown strands framing his face and bright, green eyes twinkling with amusement. Posture relaxed but confident with his words, but mostly his voice…
It was calming, there seemed to be calmness she felt through him; other people around him seemed to be relaxed and already liking the man. She wanted to know more about what was he talking about, but really listening to his voice would be enough. It was honey, sweet and smooth, chirpy as he gestured towards Poland and then their eyes met.
But Belarus did not bulge; her eyes though widened a bit, lips in a thin line, posture straight as she could keep. Cold. The frost returned all over her body, chills stabbing her soul once again-
He gives a hesitant, a small smile towards her, the sunlight radiant on his skin, a halo around his head and—,
The frost seems to somewhat thaw, it would take time to defrost her soul, for the sunlight to reach her soul and the wind to slow down, for her thoughts to quite down, a lot of time.
But her heart takes no time, to fall in love.
Bye- this isn’t even my writing account I-
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