The tip of my toes grazed the cold surface of the ground whenever I tried to skid through. A slick of sweat ran down the center of my back. I was breathing hard, my chest constricting with every breath I took. I could see you, at the other end of the ice. I can get to you. I ca—I can.
Pulling in a painful amount of cold air, I ground my teeth together and clenched my hands. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You were supposed to be with me, somewhere warm, and my sweater around you.
But that wasn’t the case now, was it? You were at the other side, frozen in ice. And I was here, desperately trying to reach you. “Just a little further,” I rasped, forcing the cold pads of my feet forward. Every step burned with an icy feel. It ate away at my skin, seeping into my bones. “A little…” I breathed, falling to my knees.
A sharp cry escaped my lips with the impact. My body shook, as I placed both palms on the ground before me—fingers splayed—and tried to lift myself up. “Fuck,” my hands slipped on the icy surface and I landed face-flat on the hard surface.
I wanted to grip the roots of my hair till the strands came off my scalp and it bled. I wanted to feel pain every moment I was not with you, every minute and second. I was and am nothing without you, the pain, the torture, the torment, it would not make me un-want you.
Crimson red splatted across the icy ground, my fingertips tinted in it as I scraped the tips of my fingers against the surface. I was going to get up, and then, I’d find her. I’d save her and bring her back. A yell broke out of my throat, the frozen muscles at my legs doing nothing to aid my journey to her.
“I—I have to,” I stuttered, exhaling, my gaze catching the subtle icy vapor from my breath. “I have to wrap my sweater around her.”
