Yay, more angst!
Cold (Answer, 2)
December 6, 2011
The skinned knee and sliced palms from his rough landing were forgotten as Danny moved toward the prone figure.
No.
She was so still. Un-breathing. Black hair matted with blood. Skin white, even against the snow. Her amethyst eyes…
He closed his eyes and screamed inside his head. This was all his fault. His fault...
He still hoped... but as soon as he reached out to touch her, he knew.
She was cold. Colder even than his ghostly touch.
He was too late.
Pulling Sam into his embrace, he rocked her back and forth and sobbed, "I'm sorry. So sorry..."
Aaand... that's it. No more pointless Sam death just to appease my dark side. For now.