Saving My Broken Ice Princess
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I grabbed the railing and pulled myself upright and slowly unfurled the leg I had landed on, blood gushed out with every flex of movement. I ran my finger along the bloodied jeans, a hiss forced it way past my teeth when I agitated the shot wound. Swallowing the pain was barely an option, my thighs cramped agonizingly as if dealing with it is energy expenditure enough.
Of course, baby steps wouldn't be able to save anyone. My head was yanked back. I screamed because of the unforgiving grip that yanked me away from my only support, my feet no longer touched the ground. I frantically scratched at the hand in my hair. My body goes still when I faced the featureless darkness looking down at me. It would cost me to keep fighting but the price of being still seemed greater.
"I want to survive!" I grit my teeth. "Let go of me!" I sink my nails in this thing's hand. Suddenly a howl filled my ears and I was falling. I collided with the ground head first. I lifted her face from the ground, white comforting cotton-like balls fluttered before my eyes. "Snow?" I sat up, hard white under my palm. "Where did all this ice come from?" Had the ground always been froze
"Oh god, I'm going to die alone." Something escaped my eyes or was it the rain still hitting my face. I didn't know, it was all so cold. When did it get this cold? I raised her hand, the tumultuous sky blurred and her eyes stung. "Rohan", my lips trembled. But I've given it everything, nothing left to hold me together and the dam burst. "I'm scared", I wailed, "I don't want to die."
"I won't let you."
Hallucinating in my last moments? Life is too cruel.
A larger hand covered my own, beautiful pale fingers laced with mine. We fit like pieces of a puzzle. The other arm gently cradled me to his side. He pressed his lips to the back of my hand. His dark eyes held mine, the golden specks glistening with an emotion I've never seen on him, "sorry for being late."
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