"No True Resentment"

[bluegeek]

scarvesnhats, Oct 7th prompt. Also here.

Spiderweb tracings of frost spread across the window before him, a glistening greeting in the crisp autumn morning. He had received a similar welcome these last seven days since the weather had turned colder and the air had begun to hold the undeniable smell of encroaching winter.

While the rest of the dorm slumbered on, Remus had taken to the habit of rising early to catch this moment and hold it for himself. This moment of appreciating the pattern of frost on the glass, new and unique each morning. Of wrapping his arms tightly around himself. Of never looking away for fear of losing a single moment before the rising sun melted the little frost wanderings before his eyes.

For even though he mourned the loss of that crystal purity, he could not resent the sun for spreading its healing warmth through the window and into him, piercing his soul.