Snowshoe

Who ever knew the sound of silence could be so powerful. So powerful yet a mere shaky gasp for air shatters it. As my eyes drift down to the lifeless body my arms cling to, thoughts of all dark matters begin to drift though my mind. Was life always like this? Pain and suffering? Organizing my thoughts is proving to be the greatest struggle, but I know that I need to make a choice. I can't die in vain, not here. With more tears welling in my eyes, I look up at him as calmly as I can. Hiding the hatred in my eyes is almost more than I can handle. I open my mouth, but the words catch in my throat, my breath clearly visible in the immense cold. I try again, but all I manage to spit out is a pathetically quiet, "Live."

***I do not claim ownership of the image used as a cover for this story. It is merely temporary cover art while I draw my own***