"My thoughts were as blank as snow, numb, the slate-colored water looked like an endless dark hole, trying to suck me down. I let my body hang limp for a second too long, and started to drop, imagining myself plunging into the freezing water, having it hit me like concrete at that speed, a fast death. But then I saw angry clouds in the distance and jerked back up. I was sure I’d glimpsed his stormy eyes, and thought I saw his face just beyond the horizon. The wind whispered to me “not yet”. It was his voice, gravelly and insistent that urged me on, reminding me why i was still here, and what I needed to do. So I kept moving forward, mile by mile, and the cold feeling inside me started to heat up into rage and harden into resolve. I would get there. Whatever it took." | arianator | '..ed essere felice non può essere con te.' -La mia storia-work in progress: "E se ti dicessi che ti amo ancora?".♡