winter is coming. + Jules&Louis

winter is coming...

You've always had this feeling about these girls, the girls you met in the bars. They weren't all the same, no, they all had something different. And this sensation, was kind of a mix between love and curiosity. Of course, you didn't know anything about them. For some, you were just happy to talk and discuss... For others, it was a lot more interesting. Jules. You met her a week ago, in a small pub near your flat. You just liked the way she acted, and after that, the only thing you wanted was to know her better. You saw her again, the day after you met her. She came at the apartment, and asked you to tattoo a word between two of her ribs. She trusted you, and that meant a lot.

You were walking down the street, one hand in a pocket, the other holding a cigarette. You were cold, and the wind was blowing hard. But you were out, and this because of the big snowflakes falling from the sky. That really was beautiful, and staying the whole day in the apartement wasn't what you wanted for such a cool day. You threw your cigarette end behind you and were about to come back home, when you saw her. She was at the other side of the street, and the night was slowly going down, so you thought she couldn't stay all alone in here.

- Jules ! Come in, it's too cold out there.

You smiled at her, a strange light dancing in your eyes. You haven't seen her for a few days now, and that was a great surprise. You oppened the door, waiting for her to come in. At this moment, you were just happy. Happy to see someone in this cold street, on a frozen winter, especially Jules..

winter is coming...

It's weird for you. All this white, this snow. It's cold but beautiful. What it is like ? The second tile you see that ? In Israel, there is just sun, désert, and d'un again. It's always like that. So you just open up your eyes and catch all images and sensations that you can. You look around you, you turn on yourself like a child, and you see him. Louis. On the other side of the street. He is like your sunshine, between all this clouds. Your eyes meet, and the only thing that you can do is smile. You read his lips because the wind is too strong for you to hear. You run to him, gliding over the snow. You finish in his arms, embarrassed.

Sorry.

You give him a little kiss on the cheek. You follow him up the stairs to his appartement. You have the habits to come here now. This is where he made your tattoo, where you learn to trust him. You keep your cap on your head, and follow him in the lounge.

There is anyone else here ? Your roommates spend their days outside ? Drinking and smoking I bet.

You smile at him. He better enjoy, it's rare coming from you. Your hands are shaking, and you just want to smoke, the cigarette who is on your jacket is really attractive right now. But it's not just because of the cold, you are nervous too. Nervous for what ? It's just Louis .. right ?

winter is coming...

She was crossing the road, and you couldn't stop looking at her. Her face. Her body. Her. And she was beautiful, she had what only a few girls had. Charm. You smiled when she fell into your arms, that wasn't even awkward for you. This little kiss on your cheek gave you like an electrical shock in your whole being, and you closed your eyes, not knowing if it was right to feel this way or not. After you climbed the stairs, Jules behind you, you make her sit and bring her something to drink. You smiled again when she talked about your roommates, and she was right.

- Exactly. I'm the only one here who does useful things.

You took off your jacket, it's much hotter in the apartment than outside. You lit up a cigarette again, and gave one to Jules. She was shaking, but it wasn't cold at all. After a tobbaco puff, you exhaled all the smoke and looked at her. You didn't really know what to say at the moment, but you suddenly thought about the tattoo you made her, just a few days ago.

- How is your tattoo doing ?  

Good. It never turns bad, only in very special cases. You just didn't want her to go, and to leave you alone there, with your paintings. You hated loneliness more than anything, being alone for a whole day was already too much. And you felt strange about her. Like many other girls, actually, but it was not the same here. Plus, she was not bad company, far from it.

winter is coming...

A little kiss on his cheek. You climb the stairs. It seems like a dream. Like if you are on a cloud. He brings you something. Hot chocolate. Gosh you need it. It burns your throat, but you don't care. You have too cold.

I do not doubt.

You hesitate when he hands you the cigarette. But you want it so much, than you can't say no. You slip her between your lips and turn her on when your chocolate is over. The smoke escapes from your lips, and you think that this is not reasonable. But what is reasonable in life ? You catch the tip of cancer and you raise your sweather up your tattoo. You are not afraid of show him your skin, he see more than that.

He still hurts me a little. But fine. I think, I never be able to thank you enough for that.

You take a puff, waching him. You not gonna let him here, alone. You are not like that. And you have nothing to do until tonight, where you should go dancing. Again. You don't want to. But it's not like, if you had the choice. You are happy than Louis doesn't know about that.

You want to do something special ? We have time. I'm not gonna let you alone here.