Lost - Short Story

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
I had an inspiration in the middle of the night, woke up and wrote it down. This is my outcome.

Submitted: December 19, 2009

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Submitted: December 19, 2009



I take her in my arms, her small body pressed against mine. She shivers violently, and I take off my coat and wrap it around her. Her soft black hair is cold, and she lays her head against me. I hold her close, lock her in my embrace. If it were my choice, I’d never let her go. She would stay safe in my arms forever.
But we both know it’s not an option.
She shakes again, and I squeeze her tight. I can’t provide enough warmth for her, much less myself. I take off my second layer and put it on her. If I freeze to death, it doesn’t matter. As long as she’s alive.
I look up at the massive, never ending expanse of snow and ice before us. Snow falls down heavily, made to keep falling unless commanded otherwise. And in this case, it never will. Ever.
Burying my face in her hair, trying to keep her warm, I hold strong. If I cry, she’ll cry harder. If I scream at the cameras, throw all my anger at them, she’ll break down. If I can’t handle it, how can I expect her to? I look up at one of the hidden cameras, not so hidden now, and nearly burst into tears.
How can it happen?
Our small cave in the middle of nowhere, cramped and cold, is nothing I could come close to calling comfort. But it’s the only shelter for miles. It’s the only thing keeping us from freezing solid.
 I bet they never even thought of us when it happened.
I feel her crying, the wetness of her tears against me. She cries silently, and I let her, having no words of comfort. She’s been so strong this whole time. She deserves to let it out. My little trooper.
The temperature drops as it gets darker, and I wonder what the odds of getting frostbite are. The last thing I can handle is losing a few fingers and toes, hardly even a leg or foot. I feel her gaze on me, and I look down at her pleading eyes. Her pale face is streaming with tears.
I can’t bring myself to look away.

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