On a cold day

When the choices you make throw you into the abyss, when life brings you down and with every each day you just lose a piece of yourself... Would you pick yourself up or keep going?

Tic toc. A faint clock sound was piercing the silence as Leo's eyes kept fixed on his shaking fingers. To stay alive or to die? He kept wondering on a cold snowy day.

Any feed back would be a great help and any support would be appreciated it. I am not sure where this book will get, but I hope that some people will enjoy it and perhaps find their small bit of hope.