If you'd asked me yesterday how I felt about life, I probably would have grunted something incoherent. My usual mode was grumpy, and I had embraced it like a cozy, worn-out sweater. But today? No, today was different. Today I felt invigorated, practically humming with energy, bursting at the seams like a balloon someone forgot to release from a ten-year-old's control. Life had been pouring rain on me, a never-ending drizzle that colored everything gray, but then came Winter—a tempest at my door.
"Breathe, Aaron," I whispered to myself, shaking off the silly urge to twirl like a princess, mocking the very idea. A scowl might be more appropriate, sure, but deep down, I was still smiling like an i***t, just like before when her laughter floated through the air, sweet and bright like the fir
