Nico

Breathe by Taylor Swift [4:25]

The frigid winter air tears through his lungs. The air forms wispy puffs of white as he breathes. The ice on the marble makes it hard to run, but he does. The sky is gray; a blank formless blanket smothering him. The dark, solid forest reaches out to him, offering solace and shelter.

Bianca is gone.

Run away, away, away…