It was cold tonight.
Everything always seemed so cold.
But Aldonza had grown to like, even love the cold weather of Demaitre. The cool caress of skin had always soothed her, but now it make her positively peaceful. The strange yet confident beauty smiled as the clouds moved across the sun- drowning her in a despairing weather- snow falling with a depressed beauty to rest on her eyelashes and enfold in the dark locks of her hair, which tossed and rippled in the sweet yet chilly wind.
Al pulled her the hood of her trendy white parka down and let her dark hair fly as she closed her eyes, stood on the street corner- her black skinny jeans clinging to her like a second skin.
Hell, she didn't even hear the cat-calls- she was so distant in thought.
She was too busy feeling the winter air on her face- as cold as his hands.
She was too busy seeing his eyes and face.
She was too busy being lost in him.
Did he grow so lost in her?
Al heard a soft movement behind her and turned to look. "LIA!" she shouted, giggling in a fit. She had asked her to meet her. Aldonza turned and embraced her.
"You bitch! I haven't seen you in ages!" she smiled and buried her face in Lia's neck- the older fuller woman pulling her tight. "I missed you. I really did. there's so much to catch up on dear!" Al kissed Lia's cheek and ran a hand through Lia's short hair- so beautiful.
She smiled at her companion. Her best friend and her charge. Sometimes she felt as if she was a mother, other times a lover, other times just a friend for Lia to cry to.
"Where shall we go today? You must save me from my silly reveries!" she laughed. "Fuck I think I'm insane half the time."
Al paused for a moment and twisted a strand of Lia's hair between two fingers.
"Did you miss me?" she asked, supple lips and open eyes drawing Atalia's eyes to her own. Al pouted and smiled, all her charms attuned to the girl. This was how they were- so close- and yet lately they had been so far. Why? Where had Lia gone? No not? no call until today?
