Annonymousauthor Stories

pieces of me were falling apart, not physically, but it might as well have been. I was slowly corrupting with every ticking second. My body, once warm, now could only be described as cold as ice. I had lost all feeling. My eyes, once filled with tears, now unable to even close. The will I once had was long gone. All there was the empty shell of me, and the desolate, snowy, pine forest. Snowflakes kissed my skin, almost as to pity me for my sorrow. Every single one burning up within seconds and melting away into my skin. Their punishment for trying to pity someone like me. Every single one leaving a lasting impression on me. It was the only feeling I had left after all. Soon enough maybe my body would be cold enough for them to rest on me without dissipating. Maybe even if I couldn't save the world in the end, I could at the least let the snowflakes rest with me. I could feel my lips slightly twitch up. That would be nice wouldn't it, a rest. And for the last time, I closed my eyes.