dannyhiga

Suns fade as icy winds start to pick up. Her breath steamed before her face, steadily. With each gust of wind, her veins froze and her heart grew numb. The lack of circulation erased the memory of touch. Cold, hard frost filled the void of reminiscent feelings. Their relations rested in peace under blankets of snow. He was more than just her guiding light, but her fuel for desire to hold on. His presence alone was enough to keep her alive. His presence alone was enough to kill her.