I curled myself on the bed, my knees to my chest, my eyes to the ceiling. My entire body was chilly, and the corner of my cheeks drenched with icy tears.
All my life I wondered why...I wondered. Many times, I wondered a great deal until I stopped and just deemed it that maybe I wasn't fit to exist. Maybe I was unfortunate enough to breathe the air or even hope for better days.
But it was never that. Nothing in my life made sense anymore, and I questioned everything. I don't even know who I am anymore.
I closed my eyes and, upon hearing cracks, I flicked them open and found the entire bed was covered in ice.
A soft knock came from the door.
"Eloise."
Silence followed, a very loud one, but I didn't move an inch; I was numb.
"Please, my love, talk to me."
I've lost track of how long he had been there, maybe since the sunset.
A softer knock came again. "I know you're angry with me and you have every reason to, but please, I don't want you to be cold."
"Eloise...please."
