"Fuu~~ Fuu~~" I blow hot air on my hands in an attempt to at least warm them up in the early morning.

The sun isn't up yet, but the cold breeze is still there, still not done torturing me, I reckon.

It took all of my strength to stand up once again, having the nerve to return to the residence to get ready for school, of course, refusing to eat anything prepared by the people in there. Even if I did want to, I doubt they would allow me.

It's... really cold...

•

"Fuu~~ fuu~~"

I hear a weird sound coming from in front of me. I can't see anything. Am I sleeping?

I try to open my eyes and there sits a guy in front of me, bringing his own desk closer to mine, making a weird blowing sound.

When he noticed my gaze, he immediately sat up properly and waved hi to me like he wasn't doing something ridiculous just a moment before.

"Is it still cold?" He asks.

I look around the place and couldn't get where the hell did he get the idea from!

"You were shivering so much. I thought you were cold." He honestly points out. He doesn't have any other motives for trying to blow air to me like I would in my hands. "Well, just wait for Simon. I'm sure he'll lend you his jacket like before!" Bill widely grins, bright as the sun in the morning sky.

"He's... still not here?"

Bill shakes his head. "It's really weird that you're here, Sherry. You're really early today. Jane will be here soon, but Simon won't be coming yet." He states as he looks at his silver wristwatch. I feel like that's a different watch from yesterday.

"Cold..." I whisper as I bury my head in my arms again, closing my eyes as an act of comfort.

Bill didn't move his chair away even for a moment. He didn't return it to its original position. He stays next to me, I can feel him. I can feel his warmth. I can really feel that he's with me...

•

... This ceiling looks familiar.

I look around the place, and seems like there was no one to greet me today. No one comes in the room and says, "You awake?"

I should be relieved, but why do I feel like something's missing?

I continue looking around my surroundings. It really looks like I'm in the clinic today.

I turn my head to the side and there I see the window. The sun easily passing by the translucent white curtains that blind one's eyes in mere direct contact. Seems like the sun, scorching, greets me, mocking me for being extremely cold last night.

I tightly clutch the hoodie that was put over me. Even if I say these kinds of things to the scorching hot sun, I am actually still cold. The coldness of my body may have decreased a bit, allowing me to have consciousness, but there's no doubt that the coldness still remains there, more than enough, but less than my limit.

As I was thinking this, there comes a figure of a person illuminating the doorway with his casual bland entrance.

"Hey."