Freeze Me, My Dear Love: The Last Frosted Bloom

Freezing Corpse

The evening was cold, but it wasn't just the temperature that numbed me. Standing by the metro station, my feet felt like ice, and my heart... colder. Everything around me felt disconnected and hollow, as though the world had been drained of warmth...

I looked at Diona, her gaze distant, betraying nothing, as though she wasn't standing right before me, as if she were far away and detached. She was saying something—words I wasn't ready to hear, though every syllable etched itself into my mind.

"Shen, you deserve more... but I can't give it to you. It's not that you did anything wrong, but I don't have the space for this... for us."

Her voice was soft, almost tender, but the meaning behind it cut deeper than any words of rejection could. I tried everything—every ounce of hope, every unspoken feeling, all poured into my final attempt to make her stay, to make her see me.

"Please," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

"One chance," I whispered, feeling the words slip from my throat like a plea. "Just one, that's all I'm asking. I don't want anything more than the chance to show you—"

"It won't change anything." Her gaze softened with something close to regret. "Shen, we can't force what's not there."

I stood there, trying to stay whole, trying to find a way to convince her, but the truth was sinking in. There was nothing left to say. Nothing I could do.

And with that, she turned away, leaving me standing alone in the shadow of the station's fluorescent lights, feeling the weight of a thousand unspoken words crashing down on me. I couldn't move. My feet wouldn't carry me, as if the world had turned too heavy for my legs to support.

As she walked away, my vision blurred. I blinked, but when I opened my eyes again, the scene before me shifted. The bustling metro faded, the sounds of the city quieted, and the air grew deathly still. The metro, the people, the sounds—they faded, melting away into the cold. It felt as though time itself had slowed—no, stopped.

The world around me had become something else entirely. The ground beneath me was no longer concrete but soft, blanketed in snow. Roses—once vibrant and red—stood frozen in a garden that stretched infinitely, their petals turning white, brittle like they had forgotten what life felt like.

I tried to move, to follow her, or at least, I tried. My body felt heavy, like it wasn't my own anymore. Every breath came slower, more labored. The icy garden stretched on in every direction, the bitter cold creeping into my chest. My heartbeat echoed in my ears—fainter with each passing second, but not skipping. No, this time it was fading, dying.

My heartbeat... slow, fading. Not skipping, not racing. Just slipping away.

I knelt, brushing the white petals with trembling fingers, only to notice a few drops of crimson staining their delicate surface. My blood, painting them with a lifeless beauty. I stumbled, my legs giving way beneath me, and I collapsed onto the frost-covered ground. The white roses around me seemed to glow under the pale light, but they were lifeless—just like me.

I felt my mind crumble along with my body. The frost crept into my soul, every thought, every feeling turning numb. And as the snow silently covered me, I wondered... had I always known it would end this way? In a cold garden, lost in time, with no one left to call my name? Like the cold had taken everything.

This was how it ended.

As I fell to...