🍃 Arria POVThe cold came first.It spread slowly—through bone, through breath, through everything that used to matter.It didn’t rush.It didn’t need to.But I had to.Because I was never truly alone.The darkness was reaching to me like long, quiet tendrils- brushing the edges of my mind.I never dared look at it directly, afraid it might slip in..Instead, I let the cold take more—let it grow heavier.A thin layer of ice formed over me.It didn’t hurt. It gave me peace.Like everything had finally stopped.Except the voices—they never disappeared but the words dissolved before they could become real.It didn’t matter.Soon, there would be nothing left of me.Then suddenly—warmth.Faint. Uncertain. But real.It reached me carefully—steady.And the cold paused.—Then one day, he was gone.Too long.The cold didn’t wait.It came back.Faster. Sharper. Hungrier.I didn’t fight it.I wasn’t afraid.I had been ready for too long.He returned just in time to say goodbye.But instead—h
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