All That Remains Forever Cold Novels & Stories

The coolest atmosphere took Each movement felt like a struggle against an invisible vice, her very essence threatened by the unyielding grip of the cold. In this realm of relentless cold, the world seemed to whisper echoes of despair, the very wind a mournful dirge that carried tales of sorrow. Her heartbeat, sluggish and faint, thudded as if echoing the rhythm of her anguish. And then, as if a symphony of resignation had reached its crescendo, she closed her eyes, her lashes fluttering against the cold's relentless assault. Her voice, soft as a whisper, carried a weight of resignation as she murmured words that bore the weight of a lifetime's pain.

They just move inside you, burning quietly, forever. THE END.

Forever his. THE END

I froze at the spot just as the memories from last night came flooding back. Oh my God! ******************************************** NORA'S POV Jade had insisted that I let Aiden stay at my place. "Listen Nora....I am willing to do a lot of favours for you......you know this, but unfortunately this isn't one of them " She had said. Those had been the words that shut me up last night. I had no choice than to bring up both men into my apartment. My boyfriend and ex boyfriend from 5 years ago... how ironic is that?

A flame nolonger raging, but eternal. Still burning. Still theirs. Forever.

They are fewer. They are the ones who stayed. The ones who did not fly south. The ones who decided to face the winter. I close my eyes. I listen. I breathe. I stay. --- Damon finds me an hour later. He is holding two mugs of coffee. He hands me one. He sits next to me. The frost is gone. The sun is higher. The world is still cold but the cold is softer now. The kind of cold that reminds you that warmth exists.

Of things that were never meant to be remembered by the living. ​As we reached the geographic centre of the tundra, we found the entrance: a massive, sapphire-colored rift in the ice that pulsed with a low-frequency hum. We descended into the blue dark, our obsidian torches casting long, flickering shadows against walls of ice that were as clear and cold as laboratory glass. ​“Mama, I see people,” Leo whispered, his voice trembling as he pointed to the walls.

Driven by pure instinct as a doctor, I rushed over and immediately began performing CPR on him, but he suddenly grabbed my hand. I shouted in panic, “Let go! Are you trying to get yourself killed?” His eyes were unfocused, as if covered by a thin layer of fog, a sign that his consciousness was slipping away. “Summer.” He murmured my name softly, then pulled open his coat. Inside, carefully protected against his chest, was a perfectly preserved Skyspire snow lotus. “The lotus repairs damaged heart channels. You’ll get better. You won’t have to suffer anymore.” John’s obsession stunned all the people that were present on that moment.

No further sanctuary contact. --- Nothing. --- Nori thought about Lena. The message. The missing texture. The strange calm. The absence that had felt worse than fear. --- A realization slid coldly through her chest. --- "They're not removing pain." --- Nobody answered. --- Because everyone already knew. --- "They're removing attachment." --- The words hung in the air. Terrible. Obvious. True. --- Across the room Kolden closed his eyes. As if hearing it spoken aloud hurt. --- Maybe it did.