Chapter 20
I felt the warmth of the sunrise, yet the cold was holding me. It was never letting me go. I tried to move, but to no avail, I was stuck in it. It was constantly reassuring me in our mixed language, our local tongue. 'The cold can speak? Weird…' I thought to myself, still trying to be comfortable. Then I stopped thinking for a while. I was just letting myself flow within the cold.
The cold is nice, comfortable even. and I was just too weak to go against it for now. It felt like eternity just feeling and never knowing how I ended up with it. Maybe death felt like this, just cold and numb. Until you realize you could open your eyes.
'Wait, I can open my eyes...I'm alive?!"
