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intheheartTitle: Winter
Rating: PG
Summary: Winter was Olivia's least favorite season.
Warnings: hints of suicidal ideation.
Notes: none.
Winter was Olivia's least favorite season, because it was so freaking cold, especially at night. Her dad laughed at her, saying fifty degrees wasn't cold, but she had been born in California and she'd lived here all her life, and if fifty degrees wasn't cold then she didn't want to know any colder.
"Hold my hands, daddy," she would tell him, when she was little, "they're cold," and her father would laugh and hug her close and wrap her small hands in his big ones.
She was too big for that now, but at least she could wear cute sweaters.
--
Winter in Massachusetts is colder than she could ever have imagined.
It's so bad those first few months that Olivia goes to sleep in two pairs of socks and a sweater over flannel pajamas, under two layers of blankets with a pillow muffling her ears. She pokes her nose out into the freezing morning, then pulls the blankets over her head, because it's too cold and she just can't.
And sometimes she thinks, if it weren't for Gina... but it is for Gina, and she always has to get up sometime.
She buys a pair of earmuffs, and suffers through.
--
Winter in New York will be worse than California, but better than Massachusetts. Her apartment will be better heated than her dorm room, and she'll have Jake, to tuck her body under and around. He'll hold her hands when they're cold, cuddle her in the freezing nights.
Her father will send her mittens, and ask her if she knows what real cold is now, laughing down the phone lines. Her friends will go shopping for winter coats with her.
Sometimes, sleepy on winter nights, she'll stare out the window at the stars, and wonder how she ever got so lucky.
Rating: PG
Summary: Winter was Olivia's least favorite season.
Warnings: hints of suicidal ideation.
Notes: none.
Winter was Olivia's least favorite season, because it was so freaking cold, especially at night. Her dad laughed at her, saying fifty degrees wasn't cold, but she had been born in California and she'd lived here all her life, and if fifty degrees wasn't cold then she didn't want to know any colder.
"Hold my hands, daddy," she would tell him, when she was little, "they're cold," and her father would laugh and hug her close and wrap her small hands in his big ones.
She was too big for that now, but at least she could wear cute sweaters.
--
Winter in Massachusetts is colder than she could ever have imagined.
It's so bad those first few months that Olivia goes to sleep in two pairs of socks and a sweater over flannel pajamas, under two layers of blankets with a pillow muffling her ears. She pokes her nose out into the freezing morning, then pulls the blankets over her head, because it's too cold and she just can't.
And sometimes she thinks, if it weren't for Gina... but it is for Gina, and she always has to get up sometime.
She buys a pair of earmuffs, and suffers through.
--
Winter in New York will be worse than California, but better than Massachusetts. Her apartment will be better heated than her dorm room, and she'll have Jake, to tuck her body under and around. He'll hold her hands when they're cold, cuddle her in the freezing nights.
Her father will send her mittens, and ask her if she knows what real cold is now, laughing down the phone lines. Her friends will go shopping for winter coats with her.
Sometimes, sleepy on winter nights, she'll stare out the window at the stars, and wonder how she ever got so lucky.
