Rozarria fell from the crevasse because some crazy woman pushed her. It wasn't exactly the kind of ending she was hoping for. But none of it matter. At that spec of the moment, everything turned slow for some reason, and all she could think was . . . she didn't want to die.
Her eyes traveled to Alvaro, who she knew was shock at the sudden turn of events. She was too. He was extending his hand at her, hoping to grab her. But she knew it was futile.
She never saw him so desperate before. Even with the mask and googles hindering his face, she knew he must be shouting her name. And she thought . . . she wanted to have a life with him.
The next thing she knew, she was freely falling without any lifeline, and she was going to die for sure. But what happened next, broke her cold façade and the thick layers of ice coating her heart shattered utterly.
Alvaro jumped after her, trying to catch her with arms extending, shouting her name in a frantic voice.
