The night is cold in the north, but the slave collar on my neck is particularly the one that makes it colder. As the winds blows bringing the coldness of the north, the coldness absorbed by the collar made my neck cold enough to blow away my drowsiness. This coldness in my neck is as if the world is trying to remind me that I have become a lowly slave and fallen from being a pure flower into a tainted one.
But even though the coldness is supposed to give me pain in my neck, it feels like my heart aches more than the parts that should be hurt. It feels like it hurts enough that it won't be strange for my chest to be bleeding profusely, but no matter how many times I stare at it, there is no sign of blood from it.
"It's cold... Just like that day..." Looking at the cloudy sky, the memory of the traumatic day got rewinded inside my head.
