It was cold.

I’m sure there were other facts that I should have noticed, but at that moment, all that had ever been or would be was the frigid chill freezing the dew on my lips and the air in my lungs. My entire world had iced over in a single snowy evening. The bare walls and hardwood floors stood as a cruel mockery of the warm, sunlit home which had left me behind.

I wasn’t suppose to die.