23

When I am outside, I realise that I am barefeet, my feet immediately wincing at the snow on the ground as I hug myself and stare down the streets to my house.

The snow is back again, of course but not so much, and I can see Pops...

He's coming out of his sedan, looking so.. old... Older than I remember before I feel some sort of happiness bursting into me as I begin to run to him.

He was still kicking his car, before he paused then turned sideways and a smile coming into his face.

I jump into his arms immediately as he holds me tight and kisses my forehead while I take in his smell, and feel tears come into my eyes as I sob and hold him tighter.

He lets me hug me a while and when he realizes I've calmed down a bit, he pulls away and holds my cheeks as he says "Princess?"

I sputtee a bit, and then use the back of my palms and clean my eyes as I stare at his face.

His eyes have dark circles and he doesn't look okay... He reminds me of me...