#8 surprisingly

The snow was getting heavier by day. But I was starting to go out more frequently despite the weather. I just enjoy the white snow and the calmness it provides me. I spent most of my ample time, at the usual cafe or out at the park, although I'm one who gets cold easily.

But it seemed like today was one of those light snowing days. So I decided to take my hoodie instead of my coat along. I'm sure it would be fine. As I arrived at the park, I walked to my usual tree. I placed a piece of cloth I always use as a mat on the soft snow and sat on it. I took out my sketchbook and started working on my next sketch. As I was working on my drawing, a sudden gush of winter air came, blowing. I pulled my hoodie closer to my body as I was beginning to get cold.

"Should've brought your coat."

I rolled my eyes, knowing better the owner of the voice. I remained quiet and continued drawing, trying to ignore. He walked up next to me and sat on the snow.

"I know what you're doing. Believe me. You're not gonna stand it."

"Ugh, you are so stressful." I couldn't think of any other way to express my frustration. I turned to face him, who was playing with the rim of his jacket idly. "How is it possible that I've never seen you in school before?"

"You're just ain't lucky."

"Lucky?" I scoffed, in disbelief. How is that lucky?

Another gush of cold air came blowing, making me froze in my place. I could see him pulling his jacket closer to him from the corner of my eyes. I was resisting the urge to pull him close and cover every space between us as the air is killing me. I just realised the snow was getting heavier and started to panic. Oh no, it can't happen again. Despite the killing cold air, I stood up on my feet and decided to make a move. I placed my bag on my shoulder and started walking. I could feel his gaze burning behind my back.

As I was halfway to the gate of the park, my hands started to tremble. Oh no. Not happening. Not happening. A little bit more. Just a little bit. I was starting to feel my head spinning and it was getting harder to walk. I was starting to see stars and the last thing I remembered was falling into something like falling from the sky and landing on a cloud.

I peeled my eyes open and the first thing that came to view was the ceiling fan in my room. I glanced around and realised that I was actually in my room. I was in bed with the same clothes i wore yesterday. I was trying to recall everything that happened, but only remembered pieces of them. I remembered passing out...but something else happened. And how did I reach home?

Okay now, what freaking happened?

aiha