He froze, and a sudden coldness swept over him.
Like when it's the middle of Winter and you're walking to school as it starts to snow and you forgot your gloves. That sensation of frozen hands that are red and raw and cracked.
He felt that all over him and he couldn't do anything about it. He was paralyzed, unable to move. His brain screamed at him to leave. Put one foot in front of the other. Turn around. But his body wasn't listening, or maybe it couldn't listen. All of it's attention was turned toward what he saw. And for a second it felt as if he froze all over again.
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Metanoia
Random(n) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life A collection of thoughts I've had, Stories I've written, Questions I've asked, And realizations I've made. Watch as I grow up and my thoughts change and my writing develops from 8th...
