Cold

"I'm cold.



So cold," she cries, her voice trailing on the wind.



He feels his heart explode, shattered into a million tiny crystals.



Frantically he looks around, searching for her.



Her voice. It was HER voice. He knows it, but where is she?



Doubt settles in. Did he really hear her voice with his ears?



Or did his heartsick mind create an auditory illusion to torture him further?



"Baby… I'm so cold…" she softly sobs again.



Tears trail down his face, knowing he really hears her and would die to hold her, to warm her frozen body.



And understanding that is exactly what it would require.