The cold wind shifts and her eyes sink as she struggles along the frozen peak. It’s been a week, maybe two, no sign of a rescue team in sight. She’s been stuck on the mountains since the start of this little excursion with her fiancé, they were only a few months away from their wedding day. He didn’t make it. She wasn’t sure what did it. It could’ve been frostbite, maybe their thin fabrics weren’t enough after all, she did warn him.
It could’ve been the boulder that crushed his right arm, the boulder was too heavy to move, his arm had to go. Either way he didn’t make it, she could see it, as much as she was hoping for the best as she dragged his body with, it’s been 4 days since his eyes shut.
Their families know about their little excursion, they did choose not to join, maybe they made the right choice. She only had a few minutes left in her. Her steps became sluggish under the heavy snow, she can’t continue to pull his corpse, what would you do in a situation like this, you stuck in the snowy mountains, your fiancé dead, with no human settlement nearby, I wonder what went through her mind when she realised that no help was coming for them.
Did she think about her love? Did she feel resentment towards him for making her come along even thou she didn’t want to. Her family and friends did warn her, stereotypical as it was, they'd preach “These are white people things”, those words probably rang in her head as she finally let go of his body and fell to her knees.
She’s been beat, she looks to the sky one more time, she sees a bright light, is it coming towards her? Help maybe? She can’t move or shout for help, maybe they see her she thought as her consciousness slowly fades away. Her brain, her body and spirit couldn’t take it anymore, the cold took its toll on her, the light she saw wasn't help. She died a few steps away from him, together forever was what kept them going, but this was also their end.
