The air was so cold I swear I saw my bones shaking. He slipped his hand into mine but I didn't feel a thing. The ground beneath me split in two and I tried to scream but my voice fell into such an emptiness it swallowed it whole. The trees dropped their leaves and I thought it looked like they were crying. Do you hear that? I whispered. What? I think I'm dying.
I told him, sometimes you look at me like you hate me. Maybe I do He said. Not taking a moment to breath in between his thoughts. Sometimes you look at yourself like that too He said. Maybe I do I said. -- Maybe I do.