What's there to Lose?

Crystal blue eyes surrounded by snow so soft my fingers were lost in the sensation of it all. My hands felt like they were floating in satin. The cold already a distant memory of another life. The soft puffs of white in my peripherals the only proof I was still breathing. 'You're going to fine just don't-' I could longer here the sad voice. 'Dont what?' I thought. All I could see was those crystals full of tears. 'Are those tears for me' was all I could think before I was lost to the murky depths of my mind.