Winter Graveyard

by MyCyanideSuicide

They were strangers lost in an endless, empty world. His heart was beating so hard and fast he could feel it through his chest like a drum. Something was in the air that night. Something they had never felt before.

1. Prologue

*authors note: This is the first story I've written in over three years, so apologies in advance if it's total crap and the chapters are all over the place and if the plot doesn't go anywhere. (I'm awfully talented at advertising my work, huh?) If you're reading thus far I give you hugs :) Lots and lots and lots of hugs*

The streets were bare and the sidewalks were empty. He saw the lamps flickering in the early morning mist and a moon that had never felt so far away. These were the best moments to be alive, he'd decided, just before the unfolding of the city's chaos, while the world was still asleep and dreaming.

He sighed and muttered something inaudible before he was swept into the sky on a rush of cold air. Looking down he saw the early risers stumble out of their doors and shuffle down the sidewalks. It was better this way, he thought. These wounds would never be healed, he realised that now.

So he stood, a spectator of the people, surrounded by the cold, empty silence he had always known. The burden of being totally and utterly invisible.