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ᴇᴠᴇʀɢʀᴇᴇɴ-ʀᴏsᴇ ᴘᴏᴠ
4 months ago
━━━WHEN I HAD WOKEN UP, THE FIRST THING I HAD FELT was the frozen air. Or, more so, the absence of warmth. My last night alive was cold, but there had still been something there. A kind of comfort in the cold, the type of comfort I could only describe as warmth.
But there, where I woke up, there was nothing. It felt hollow. It felt lonely.
Despite the action being something I had done millions of times during my life, I found that opening my eyes had been something I struggled with. It felt as if there were weights on my eyes, and when I had managed to successfully open them, I found myself frowning.
