It couldn't have been morning yet. It was the night of the winter and I could feel the chills running down my spine as I gasped in some air from the fresh cold breeze that blew. It took me a moment to realize why I'd woken from my sleep and the familiar smell of the rusty iron and salt hit on me again giving me a quick flashback of those moments I hated to recollect. I couldn't open my eyes yet. As much as I hated those moments, I didn't want to let go of it. It was so real, so fresh, I couldn't have been imagining this. My breathing was now returning to a normal and I felt the warmth of my body again. I was returning back to my senses. The cold had escaped my body and I could feel it very distinctly. The constant rhythm of the contractions and her warm breath on my neck. I suddenly let go of the past thinking very hard and began recollecting. I'd to put together the pieces. Yes, I remember putting my finger on her soft lips breaking her words and I gazed into the night sky from her light brown eyes as I whispered "we're here and that's all that matters".
I'd to do it now. A few more seconds and I finally made up my mind to open my eyes. She was looking right through me, her face inches away from mine. She started blankly at me while breathing down on my neck, savoring the moment and the precious look in my eyes as it changed from surprise to pain that took over me while she plunged her dagger deeper into my chest very slowly.
