THE GIRL WHO CAN’T DATE
By Eleventh
CHAPTER 22: COLD AND WARM
“Sometimes I wonder what kind of vibe do I give off to people. I think I'm cold though, but I wish I was warm. I kinda think I'm as cold as Elsa, the Elsa who can't let go. Pft! That was supposed to be a joke but why does it sound true?" – Ira P.
2017 JOURNAL
When you’re a kid, you associate love with visible things and tangible moments imprinted on hugs and kisses. As Ira reclined on her chair, sipping on her vanilla coffee, she tried to recall any beautiful moment with her mother, but even her face she could not remember. She could hardly describe what kind of a person she was.
[Cold. She was always cold. Cold hands. Cold eyes. Cold heart, maybe? Or maybe it’s just me.]
Even when she closes her eyes, all she sees
