All my love

Cold

  In the cold she sat, in the cold she existed, in the cold she was. Her eyes wondered across the sky, the pinkish hues mixing with purple, slashed across the sky creating an almost blue, almost as blue as her glazed over orbs. Some would say it really was just blue, but she saw the tint of something else going on underneath the surface. She always did.
  The cold nipped at her skin, the cold wrapped around her lithe body and pulled the air from her lungs, the cold was vile. Her eyes scanned the room from corner to corner, looking for something to focus on. She was looking for a distraction, something to stop the thoughts currently plaguing her mind, twisting themselves around her eyes, squeezing tears out and letting them hit the ground, but not before the cold froze them.
  In the cold she cried, in the cold her happiness died, in the cold she was. Her eyes opened to the thoughts, letting them fall from her eyes and onto the floor. She let it win, she let her body shake, she let the sobs corse through. She gave into the weakness, she gave into her demons, she let them take her soul, she let her defense down. He wouldn't want this.
  In the cold the darkness thrived, oh the cold, her smile it took, in the cold she looked. His eyes looked back into hers, lifeless and distant. Missing was the thrive and drive of happiness, the rosy cheeks and grey streaks. In his place sat a vessel of a man she once knew, void of the life they grew.
The beeping grew frantic, the desperate beeping pierced through her ears, the dreadful noise stopped, leaving an even more dreadful ramification. On the bed lay an empty cadaver, in the chair she sat near, nearly as empty as he was.
  With a shaky breath, she closed her eyes and let the icy blue fade in. She watched behind her eyes as the pinks and the purples danced their monotonous dance across her eyelids. They dashed and slashed to an icy blue and then to nothing at all. The beeps faded in next, slowly, consistently, in a warning tempo but she was clueless as to the warnings to heed.
  Finally she peeled her eyelids open, blinking slowly at the dim lights above, the ones she knew all to well. Smiling deliberately she looked into the young boys eyes before her and said "This reminds me of the night I lost him".
  A ghastly look of shock spread from face to face around the room like a deadly disease. They all reminisced on their outtakes of the horrid day. They all thought about a different hue of blue, they all had a different opinion of the temperature. A story is always told differently depending on the person, and sometimes even the primary source gets it wrong. They all told her it was hot that day, but she was cold. They all saw the clouds gathering in the sky, but she saw the dancing colors. They all said he had his eyes closed, but she saw them open, she stared right back into the void. They all said she would never see him again, but as the world faded to black she heard her name being called and she knew his voice from anywhere.
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Ok so I decided to make a new book full of little things I've written bc I feel like they deserve more than just my note pad
So yeah I'll actually be posting on here a lot bc I write a lot... in fact expect like 5 of these just today
And some of them will be a few chapters long but like there will separate things in between chapters but you'll know they relate and stuff so yeah
Please read and spread the word
Ily- Lizzy