We walked to the chapel at the far end of the campus. One of the small sanctuaries at school, it is one of the few positives about my high school years. It was windy out, and cold; you complained, but I did not listen. You didn’t care, you were just trying to create conversation. I threw my coat at you, and you said it smelled like me; you didn’t want to wear it.

“Oh, it’s warm!”

I laughed as you pulled my jacket closer. A gust brushed past and I opened my arms. I never felt alive unless I could feel the cold; it was everywhere and it didn’t let me get distracted from life. You looked at me, but I couldn’t read the words in your head, not that I cared. We continued into the chapel, it was empty, as it always was; no one ever used it.

You said, “What now?”

“Now,” I said. “We play.”