Wow, has it been a while since this story has been updated. Sorry... just short chapters for a while until I get back in the swing of things, still thinking of how these events are going to play out... anyways... enjoy. Please don't forget to leave a comment if you liked it. Heck, leave one if you hated it, too.

Hannah woke up to the gentle rustling of the leaves outside. The sunlight seeped through the curtains like any other day. Her dark purple tee-shirt that was folded over on leather chair at her desk absorbed the light as if it were a thin liquid or a string that would transverse across the room in beams of white and yellow.

Her mouth was dry from a long sleep. She reached over to her nightstand and grabbed a half full water bottle from the previous night. The water tasted of plastic; but it was still crisp in her mouth, despite being far past warm.

She shrugged off her blankets and reached to put her shirt on, but having second thoughts, grabbed her blanket and threw it over her shoulders like a cloak to cling onto any hard earned body heat that she still retained from the night's sleep.

She set her feet down of the cold wood floors, shining a light maple color from the reflection of the strings of light shining through the curtain. The cold of the floor sent a shiver up her spine, she quickly jogged in small, minuscule footsteps to her light pink slippers with pictures of her favorite anime characters on the side set down by the door. She smiled a little as she slipped her feet into the soft foot piece.

Hannah walked over to the window and threw open the curtains. Crystalline frost covered the rims of the windowsill, and white powdery snow lay like frosting across the entire world outside. She looked to the left to the balcony belonging to the room over.

The girl with the peculiar blonde hair was leaning against the rail like always. A soft smile on her face, like always. She didn't seem to be looking at anything in particular, just looking off into the neighborhood.

Hannah opened her window to greet the girl. She turned and smiled, they conversed, and then Hannah closed the opening shut to prevent anymore of the sharp, freezing air from rushing in.

She headed downstairs, her rich mahogany brown hair flowing like cream against the blanket wrapped around her body. The older balding man was talking with boy with the soft raven black hair downstairs about what channel the television was to stay on; the boy insisting it be anything but the children's' network it was currently airing.

Hannah sat down next to the boy and was handed a bowl which she filled with grain cereal that was already set on the table.

The girl with the peculiar hair started asking the boy about a concert he had coming up, the boy insisted that no one was obligated to come. A statement was quickly rejected by the blonde, who enthusiastically explained in exquisite detail of why they would all be supporting him.

Hannah noticed the boy cowering behind his toast from the ecstatic blonde, Hannah smiled and let out a laugh. She laughed for a moment until she felt the caress of tears streaming down her cheeks. The family set down their occupations and turned to the girl with concerned, compassionate expressions.

The girl with the soft brown hair and deep sea green eyes smiled and insisted she was fine, but the tears were still there. Now she couldn't stop. And she couldn't explain why she was crying either.

The tears were bittersweet, and she smiled while she cried. The old man, and the blonde, and the boy all smiled back to her as she whipped the tears from her cheeks.

"Why are you crying?" Eric asked, putting down his beer. It was only morning, but that apparently was no reason to not drink.

Hannah looked up. "I'm not crying."

Eric laughed. "Go get a damn towel, babe. There are tears all over the god damned table."

The girl slouched in her chair, a sharp agonizing pain pierced her heart, and she wanted to burst, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"What the hell were you even crying about?" He asked casually.

"Nothing. It's nothing." She lied, thinking of the old man. The blonde with the peculiar hair, and the raven hair boy who's black hair was darker than black. Her family in the kitchen on that one of many insignificant days. It was something happy, yet excruciatingly sad at the same time. Something extremely cruel, but beautiful. She smiled at the thought of them.

Eric handed her a paper towel, catching her smile. "It's just a damn paper towel. You don't have to get that happy about it, but whatever, I guess." Eric walked away and sipped on his beer.

She resented him, but it didn't matter. She just kept smiling and crying. Staring at the puddle of tears on the table, and an old half empty water bottle.