Snow

She feels herself weakening.

She sees her vision blurring.

She feels herself turning.

She is madly shivering and she wraps her arms around herself in a pointless attempt to warm herself.

The snow is cold, unrelenting and continuous as it rains down on her weak form. But she doesn’t move away at all. She stays where she is, where she has been for the past hour.

She feels more and more exhausted.

She feels herself wavering, faltering.

But all these have nothing on what her heart is currently feeling.

So this is how it feels like to be stood up.

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