The sounds that light up my ears are nothing compared to the ones before. My heart, beating as fast as it can, does not feel an ounce of sympathy to the boy in front of me. Why do they always stab people in the back? Why do they say that you're the only one, but there's three more getting told the same thing? Either way, I could care less of what is ahead. There is not a shred of hope anymore. No purpose. No meaning.
N.
O.
T.
H.
I.
N.
G.
But then again, why should I care?
Cold.
So. Very. Cold.
Maybe I'll freeze...
Maybe I'll die...
So... Very... Cold...
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Her Sins, His Hate, My Problem
Mystery / ThrillerThe cold is getting to me. Maybe it's the cabin, maybe it's him. The cold follows him like a shadow. Maybe he is not even real. Maybe... CANCELLED: REDONE VERSION IS BEING PUBLISHED (Predisposed)
