A rather ... odd way of writing a meeting between myself now, and myself a few years ago ... Enjoy? ;)
It's cold. This winter weather I despise so much. The air bites my face, gnawing right into it so I can't feel an inch of warmth. I shudder, rubbing my pale hands together. But it is fruitless. The mist covers the path from me, yet I continue to walk. But to where? I do not know, nor do I really care.
I just wish I could get her out of my mind. Why would she continue to haunt me so? Her laugh, full of bitterness and devoid of humor. Her demeanor lacking care and kindness. She, my younger forgotten self.
But I see her now. In the distance amongst the heavy mist. She just stood there, staring at me in shock. I've changed. I think, hoping she can hear me. I'm not you anymore. You can't touch me.
"Oh, can't I?" she says aloud, stopping me in my tracks. "I'm still you, aren't I?"
I ignore her and attempt to walk right by her, but she grabs me by the shoulder. "Hey, what's up with you? You're not even going to say hi?"
"Let go." I merely say, removing her hand. "Go bother someone else."
"Ah, but I am you!" she says with glee, following me.
"Correction. You were me. And I must say, I'm better off without you."
"Really?" she looks surprised, raising a brow. "You look quite miserable to be truthful."
"It's better than being as deluded and obnoxious as you." At this, her face snaps furiously. "Let's face it, you're dead to me."
"You can't just do that!" she screeches. "You can't just put me aside like trash! I'm you! You can't erase me from the past! I'm you and no matter how much you've changed, I'll always be you. Craven."
Damn. I think, cursing. I had forgotten the sharp tongue I had – and probably was still capable of using. I shook my head, forcing myself to ignore her.
"Shut up. Just shut up and get lost. You're not making things any easier for me. I'm different now. I don't care about my past. Just go away."
"You don't care?" she laughs, hands on her hips. "Admit it, the past still haunts you! It still brings you down to shame to this day! Even if I do go away!"
I don't answer. She's right, though. Biting my lip, I continue to walk into the cold.
"That's it, isn't it?" she says from behind. "This is you redeeming yourself. You're ashamed of me – who you once were! You completely changed yourself to redeem your past!" she's happy now. I can sense her twirling around in circles in delight. So immature. So childish. In fact, I wish I could be her again in a way. A time I wasn't so serious.
"So selfish!" she shakes her head, tsking. "Selfish, selfish, selfish. All this doing was for yourself. You truly are pitiful."
I turn around, glaring poisoned daggers at her – me. "You're insufferable!" I shout. But she can't hear me. The mist cascades around her, drowning my voice. She's laughing – like I once did. My eyes grow wide at the site, and before I could break down and cry, I feel the sun. It breaks through the cold like something solid breaks through glass. I force myself to look away from myself who begins to disappear, and to look at the sunlight which lights the area. I now see the path. It warms me and embraces my cold skin. I don't need to be her to be happy. I think, smiling in bliss. It's going to be okay. I'll survive. No matter how cold it gets.