Era
According to science there is no such thing as cold, only the absence of heat.
According to the Chinese philosophy of yin and yang for there to be light there must be darkness.
According to Newton’s Third law of motion for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.
According to Lao Tzu life and death are exactly the same just viewed from different sides.
According to Alexandre Dumas there is nothing but the comparison of one thing to another.
And according to Lexa Woods, Miss. Griffin does not and will not ever love her… at least not in this life.
Weeks have passed since the zephyrs stole the secrets of the upcoming winter.
The trees gossip among one another as their once vibrant green leaves begin turning a bitter sweet auburn.
The news of the fast approaching winter floods the soon to be barren lands.
Leaves fall slowly as winter sends its strongest soldiers into battle and the frost fairies claim their victims.
Rime forms on tree trunks and the roads become icy as autumn finally surrenders to winter.
The last leaf falls as the world becomes Mother Nature’s Freezer on a mid-august day.
Clouds paint over the sky while the sun allows her light to be covered and shadows cascade over the frozen wasteland underneath.
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The classroom has a dull grey feel to it. The dreary Monday morning seems to have seeped into its walls.
The low lackluster bells ring signaling class has begun.
Her dark green Jan Sport backpack scrapes carelessly against the floor as she along with her fellow classmates enter the room.
Sluggishly she finds her seat next to the window in the far corner. Her mind seeks refuge in wonderland as she daydreams looking out the window, patiently waiting for Miss. Griffin to arrive.
Her hostile thoughts begin to ease as the snow falls and as she watches Jack Frost along with his army of ice soldiers powder the ground in a twilight sugar.
The other students chatter nonsense among one another ignoring the hoarfrost that has engulfed the outside.
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Her black heels stutter against the floors.
Its 8:08am, she slightly dusted in snowflakes, and she’s late.
Her alarm never went off.
She woke up 20 minutes ago with tear stained cheeks and the faint scent of alcohol still present.
5 minutes in the shower, 3 to get ready, and 2 to get out the door and into the car.
The drive to work that should have taken 15 minutes was done in 10.
Running down the halls she glances at her wrist where a big bulky watch lets her know that she is 8 minutes late.
Blonde hair is thrown sloppily into a bun as she grabs the classroom door, she throws it open, and hastily hurries to her desk.
Not yet glancing at the students who begin to quiet down, she throws her bag on her chair as she rushes to write on the bored her class’ next assignment.
Once done she turns on her heels and is immediately met with a wild head of untamed brown curls.
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The surreal moment painted by the king of Frost himself and his snow minions was quickly stolen by the loud creaking of a door.
It melted like wet snow when it hits the ground.
No longer staring out the window she threw her big brown main to the side hastily so she could gaze upon the intruder.
Hostile green eyes met tired blue ones.
A kaleidoscope of every color hit the blonde just as and every emotion flooded the brunette’s body.
A pink tint began to stain their cheeks and the brunette threw her head to side again in order to no longer stare at the blonde.
She looked out the window again, ignoring the assignment on the bored.
When the bell rang she was still stuck in wonderland, one by one the students left the classroom.
“Lexa?” Clarke spoke softly, “You’re going to be late to physics, again” she murmured.
Being brought back to reality Lexa slowly grabbed her things. She picked up her paper back marble notebook and quickly glanced at Clarke. Their eyes met and they both stood frozen for only a mere second to those who have passed by but what felt like years to them.
A knock and just like that their moment was ended.
“Marcus, what can I help you with?” Clarke asked
She was answered with “Hello Clarke I need to talk with you about the AP exam really quickly. Hello Lexa.”
Lexa simply looked at both of them and nodded. Then she went back to packing up her things, she took her notebook looked back at Clarke and saw that she was rummaging through her desk drawers and she kept talking more to herself than Principle Kane.
He looked from Clarke to Lexa and saw as she hesitantly put her notebook on the ground right next to her chair instead of in her backpack.
Lexa then grabbed her bag which was a notebook lighter than usual and headed toward the door.
Kane looked at her then glanced at the book on the floor. She saw his eyes move and hoped he wouldn’t bring it up.
He looked back at her, smiled slightly. The bell rang signaling that the next period had begun.
“Lexa I think you should be going. You can tell Ms. Reyes you were busy talking to me if she asks you for an excuse.” Principle Kane said as he looked from Lexa back to Clarke.
“Will do Sir.” Lexa responded, she looked at Clarke one last time and walked out the door whispering a small “Goodbye Miss. Griffin” as she left.
The sky was dark. School had ended hours ago
Clarke sat in her desk grading papers.
Lost in the horrible essay responses of her students she groaned and looked up. Her eyes not being able to read one more essay.
She noticed a black and white notebook on the ground.
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She flipped through the pages catching some words here and there like Wanheda, and Commander, until she finally settled on one of the pages. She held her breathe and read over the words
And so, my conclusion is this Miss. Griffin,
Day is not day because there is night and night is not night because there is day. In order for the day to happen, the night must be willing to surrender its presence and become absence, just as for there to be night then the day must be willing to do the same.
For love to be present in one universe then it must be absent in another. For you to love me know, you must not in another dimension
Due to myself selfishness nature I chose to suffer in this universe so I won't have to in another. And I am content with this.
I am content with this Theory and I am content with not being able to have you at this moment in time for the simple fact that in order for me to have you in another universe, I must not have you in this one. But the only way for me not to have you, is to have you...
This means in this universe while you will not love me nor feel the way I feel about you, and I will never be able to call you mine because I do not have you.
I can still have your smile for a second when no one in the room watches you walk in. In means I can have your voice when everyone stops paying attention and I am the only one listening to what you are saying.
It's as if I am driving on road that never ends. It goes on and on forever, not allowing me to reach my final destination. And I am okay with this because if I never get to the end I never have to worry about reaching my destination and it not being as amazing as I thought it would be.
It means my high hopes cannot be crushed.
She flips the page
So I will drive on forever.
And the day shall become the night, the night will become the day and so on…
Fall becomes winter
I study for Spanish, I fail physics
I blush when you look at me
And
Life goes on.
Whether I have you or not because in some places I do and in others I don't
Winters will soon be spring
Finales will soon be approaching
And I'll be off to college soon
You'll, try to forget me but the only way to forget me is to remember me.
And so you do
And so we live
And so, life goes on