- HAZEL -

I drew the sleeve of my sweater forward to cover my fingers. I had no idea how short what I'm wearing is till I walked out of my dorm and let the breeze rest on my skin for a while.

It's cold and my legs are tingling. Why did I even come out in the first place? What sort of curiosity made me not put on a pair of jeans or something long enough to cover my legs? My lips shivered. Well, I can't back out now, I need to find him. That is if he's even here.

I stopped in front of the library and looked...