cold

It was cold. Cold sipped through the crack of her armor and filled the depths of her soul.

She turned one with the morning frost. She did not believe she was something different anymore. She was mist, or was she ice?

She had no one to warm her up, she had forgotten the feeling of a person’s warm embrace.

Cold, it was so cold. She was one with the cold and the cold was with her.

 

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