People, there are people close by. He looked around slowly. Was it possible? The mist was thinning around him. Growing less, and less dense. He felt as if a tremendous weight had been lifted off his chest.
He took a deep breath, and coughed, something caught in his throat. He reached up running his fingers over his lips, nothing.
His body was growing heavy. He felt like he was sinking, like cold water was rushing over his entire body. He shivered violently, closing his eyes.
His breath hitched in his throat. It was so cold. He wished it would stop, wished he could remember. Remember anything besides the pink hair.
A hand, settled on his own and his eyes shot open. He was no longer in the mist. He was looking up into a pair of crystal violet eyes.