It's cold. So cold. I feel the ice-cold wind hit me as I try to hide from it behind the blue bus stop.
The temperature is slowly falling, and the drizzle has turned into hostile rain. The rain is purring down, like if it was heavy sand falling from the sky. My shoes are drenched in water and my feet are starting to feel numb. Moving my cold toes in the almost swimming socks doesn't help. The rain is bleeding through the thigh cote. My hair is dripping wet, and I can't do anything. Just waiting in the cold. I'm so cold. The sky turned darker and almost nothing can be seen. The light is flickering from the only lamppost in eyesight. On and off. To it finally came to a stop. It's so dark. A shadow behind the Judas tree with a small lily under by its feet. The Judas tree had small, beautiful purple and pink flowers dancing across the branches, like bunnies running in tumbling bundles.
A raven standing still at the highest branch of the tree, looking down at me, and in a blink of an eye, it flew away. High op in the sky and away in the soon-to-be night.
The roads are floated, and I cannot help but wonder. Did the bus stop, because of the rain? - or perhaps were there even a bus to come to begin with? I blink. I look at the sky-high trees around me. There's not a lot around. But then again. What did I expect? This is a forest. My eyes look around for what feels like the million times. Nothing. No bus, no light, no person, and no sound. Just like a dark void filled with nothingness, it shall probably bight me in time. But I think I might be losing my mind. Paranoid and lost in my mind, I stare at the deep puddles below my feet. Wondering what will happen this time. Knees giving in to the cold. I fall below. Down to the ground. I'm so cold. Felling like I probably will never be found lying helpless among the cold water and broken grass.
I don't know how long I was just lying there. But I was so tired. So tired. I couldn't move. Fingers blue and my body denied my will. My head was in the puddle. The freezing water was over my ears. I couldn't hear but still I didn't care. Cold and tired I lay, as water covers my last tear. But as I close my eyes, I hear the sound of wheels coming to a stop.
He was finally here.
