Gift of Ice : First try...
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She never shows her emotions so that no one feels pity for her, even though she needed help at that time more than anyone else in the world. Her distress and sadness, she compartmentalized and stored them in a drawer away from prying eyes, far away, buried deep in her heart, since that fateful day...
At their funerals, she did not shed a single sob and did not say anything at all. She shut herself up in a deep silence for several years, until she found the word again in her adolescence. It traumatized her so much, that she thought that if she opened her mouth again then, other misfortunes would come into her life, even much later.
Her life has been full of pitfalls and painful trials to overcome since she was a child... Nevertheless, she recovers with flying colors and stands proudly to face life. So she can turn the page and put aside these dramas. Because she doesn't let herself get down for so little this young woman. She is much stronger than anyone can imagine.
Her skin does not glitter anymore since the sunrise this same morning. Her golden patches die with the coming of the dawn. And likewise, her icy power no longer works immediately afterwards. She understood during the weekend before that as soon as the sun is high in the sky, her abnormality immediately ceases to exist. However, she always reappears at dusk, her body glows again after twenty-one hours.
And the rays of moonlight through the clouds always point to her, letting this splendid and bright milky way shine through every night, at the end of every day. Then in turn, comes the ice, veiling her close environment with its impenetrable icy breath... And that, as soon as she touches or grazes an object with her thin little fingers. Suddenly, the air becomes misty, wet and cold. The snowflakes appear then always around her, as soon as her flesh shines under the luminous lunar halos.
She wonders if something like this has already happened to the boy that night. She can't stop thinking about him and at the same time worrying. Because she saw him being lifted into the air too. While the "Divine Glow" of the eclipse reached him however, without hurting him at all afterwards. Just before she passed out, she remembered that he didn't burn at all, similar to her. While thinking about it and having her head in the clouds, she continues her work as a cashier and shelving as needed.
She keeps up with the customers and the items as the day goes by at a breakneck speed. She finishes at six o'clock and then she starts to prepare her things to go home. It was hard and intense, but it's over now... Harassing day with a lot of customers. Finally, to relax and decompress a little, her colleagues and her team leader decide to go for a drink after work.
They all meet in front of the bar "Le Mortifère" at 8:30 pm sharp, they invite the young woman to participate as usual, without success. Because this one declines every time they propose it to her, pretexting an excuse of urgent shopping to make. However, this reason always seems very phony in the eyes of everyone. Obviously, they all know it but act without saying a word, as always... Her colleagues lowered their gaze and nodded at her, pretending to understand, as usual.
The young woman makes them feel sorry and then, they end up leaving without her and without looking back, at the same time as their paths separate at the back of the store.
Meanwhile, the saleswoman walks quietly alone to her apartment. It is not however the first time that she refuses this kind of night exit with the others. But that causes her a small pinch in the heart, because she would like very much to go to have fun with them, but it is impossible! Because she has no choice but to execute herself bitterly, in the end... For two weeks, she is like a firefly in the deep darkness of the night. She is like a lighthouse guiding the ships in the distance that return to port thanks to her. The difference is that she is not helping anyone and she is alone and as lonely as it may seem.
The young woman can't really talk about it to anyone, unfortunately... She feels the enormous weight of this secret, this burden, weighing on her shoulders as well as on her morale.
It is very hard for her who has done everything to live a normal life since the death of her parents. So that no one could look at her with those eyes, the ones that were coldly thrown at her when they died. This look full of pity, bitterness and compassion, that she hates above all... Oh yes! She knows that look by heart, with the falsely played condolences and the most hypocritical feelings that others supposedly have for you. Finally, that chimerical, meaningless and bitter phrase that keeps coming back between their I-don't-care lips: "I know very well how you feel".
Pure bullshit, pure slander and pure f*****g bullshit!!! No one knows what she feels inside and will feel throughout her life, which is already filled with pain! Since they have never lived it and will surely never live it, only hypocrites as far as the eye can see who allow themselves to put themselves for a second in her place. However, they don't feel a tenth of her pain or how much this heartbreaking pain hurts. A colossal loss for a beginning of life of carefree and innocence wasted, forever and ever...
An absence that is not going to be filled by anyone in this world and an eternally gaping and deep wound. This event and this sadness are engraved in stone forever, she does not forget it. Nothing in this world could make her happier than her parents. Miss sobs quietly on the way back home, she remembers all the happiness that came over her when she was smaller, by her parents' side. Oh yes, she remembers very clearly that life before the tragedy, which changed her forever.
She was happy then, but the girl will never know such fulfillment and joy in her life again, she is sure. All she knows now is the pain, sadness and anger that overwhelmed her when she was younger. She is no longer cheerful or smiling, except at work. Forced to smile in front of the customer, to sell, it is essential. And the aggression has finished her on the moral level. It is in her socks and she does everything to not let it show to anyone. It is very difficult, but she often succeeds perfectly.
Since she is like that: introverted, sweet, and also strong and powerful emotionally, she lets absolutely nothing of her emotions show, she is a real heart of stone to the rest of the world! A stoicism to any test, even if she does not smile, does not give a sad air for all that. She is energetic and quick-witted. Nevertheless, deep inside, she knows who she really is and that's the most important thing, so that she doesn't lose sight of herself.
Three hours pass and as usual, darkness gives way to daylight. And with them, their sumptuous rays of moonlight, pure as water of rock. His body starts to shine with a thousand lights of a magical and fairy-like brilliance. Then, follows the usual icy cold of a December morning under the snow. It invades then her being of all share, however, she feels only soft and bewitching heat in the bottom of her being. She decides all the same to leave but with the shelter of the indiscreet glances. The young girl returns to the place which changed her life and her destiny, but she does not know it yet.
She walked for a good half hour before reaching this isolated undergrowth, which only the locals could know. She decides to try and practice her new gift of nature, which frightens her more than anything else. Nevertheless, it attracts her as much as the cosmic and icy attraction of the moon towards the earth. An irrepressible and inextinguishable desire assails her every evening... A disproportionate force and energy, almost unreal, takes hold of her at that moment.
A miraculous aura envelops her and her divine light is almost mystical, so much so that it is incredible! It's something inexplicable, that no scientist or even a sane person can understand... It's unique and it grabs you right away, a feeling that goes away with every morning dawn and comes back with every dusk. The damsel becomes a solemn deity and is more lively, stronger, more impetuous and faster than the wind itself.
The woman begins to release all that coldness and propel it out of her body through her delicate hands, arms stretched far in front of her.
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