Prologue
"Maybe."
He mutters with uncertainty.
The snow begins to fall heavier as each breath passes my lips each shorter than the last.
I gaze into his tired hazel eyes and realize we can't do this anymore.
He attempts to smile but it doesn't reach his eyes. It hasn't for awhile now.
My vision blurs and my cheeks are moist, I tear away from him and begin to run.
Thoughts of him cloud my mind as I gasp for more air to fill my lungs.
I want to turn around and never let him go but I know that if I do we're all dead.
