Blissful Nothing
"Is this were I go to die?" I asked. I shivered as the snow surrounded me.
I ran across the crunching snow as the setting sun cast pink and orange across the landscape. My lungs burned as fog came from my mouth, breathing hard, and my oversized black sweater hung off my hands as I spun in circles with a smile across my face. I laughed. My skirt wasn't enough to keep me warm, but I wanted to feel the frigid.
Vexis, similarly dressed but with a red sweater instead of black as my counterpart, walked forward as they watched me fall back into the snow. My breathing became broken as I yelled out into the evening, and the urge to cry gripped at my insides so painfully that my last yell came with a shudder.
I fell silent.
"Is this were I go to die?" I asked after a time. I shivered as the snow surrounded me.
Vexis crossed their arms and watched me for a while before taking a deep breath. "The snow's familiar to us, isn't it?"
"You won't answer my question." I angled my head to look at Vexis, who remained neutral as they watched me.
They refused to speak further, although I couldn't read them. Rather they refused to entertain my morbid thoughts or held answers I shouldn't hear, at least they were there. We'd met in that wintry void so long ago, although I couldn't have had memories of it. Only their corpse-like pale eyes held the truth, and all I had were the words that came from their lips — truthful or not.
I closed my eyes and ignored the cold enveloping me. I sniffed through my numb nose and smacked my equally numb lips, and I let winter's silent void fill my head.
A slight breeze was louder in the distance. Nothing more. No life. Just a bunch of blissful nothing.
When the tears finally came, they were so hot they burned my face.