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The Second meeting: a prologue
My feet had long grown numb from the cold. I wouldn't be surprised if they were frost bitten.
"Just a little further" I kept telling myself. He'll be right over the ridge.
The freezing wind burned my cheeks, my eyes watered, the tears only making my face grow numb faster. I desperately rubbed at my bare arms, hoping to warm them even slightly. The thin brown sack of a dress I wore left me with nothing to keep the harsh cold away. I trekked through the thick snow slowly, but going as fast as my legs would allow.
My visions were never wrong, I was always right. He has to be just beyond these woods.
Please don't let this be the wrong vision. Please.
I broke through the trees of the forest that surrounded Alkali Lake, looking for him.
Nothing.
He wasn't there.
I cried out in exhaustion, desperation, and agony. He was supposed to save me, I broke out only to die.
This was supposed to be the right day.
My legs gave out on me, and I fell onto the cold snow.
Maybe I'll die before they find me. That would be the better fate, to die. No longer having to suffer through long days of poking, prodding, experimenting, slicing. No more cries of wanting an end.
No more hoping for something to happen that won't.
In my shivering and my pity party, I didn't notice the loud roar of a motorcycle, or the stop of said roar. My eyes were closing, darkness clouding my vision as someone crouched next to me, and I remember saying before I was completely unconscious:
"Angles are furrier than I thought."