Cold departure

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   As I lay on the cold desolate earth beneath me  grasping the frigid snow between my almost lifeless fingers , my thoughts drift towards the girl I met minutes before this . We met at a local pub while me and a few pals were celebrating our friends departure to the states and there In the midst of  our celebration  there she was.  Her crimson red eyes hooked me in ,I just had to speak  to her I approached her with bravado and a half pint of beer in my hand , she looked at me  and let out one of the purest smiles I have ever seen and that's  when I knew I was done for she had me in the palm of her hand without speaking a single word . Funny enough she made the first move guiding me in for a toast and congratulating me for making it over to her without tipping over . We talked for a while till she started to guide me outside into the dark snowy night . Our boots made a finely tuned  melody  in the snow as we strolled to the back of the pub, she stopped  suddenly and embraced me in her arms in that moment I didn't feel anything but  her warm embrace  shrouding  the cold of the night . I was at peace till the warm fuzzy feeling I had turned cold  I looked down to see her hands removing a knife from my stomach I fell to the ground dumbfounded by what just happened. I looked at her hands the blood dripping unto her pale soft hands matched the color of her eyes void of light she walked away leaving me to die in the snow behind the  pub . As I lay there cold and abandoned   My  almost lifeless hands reached towards the woman far from my grasps  leaving me with my thoughts of how I met her a few minutes ago .

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