No Longer Your Shadow
After kneeling in the snow for so long, I blacked out after only taking a few steps.
When I came to, the white ceiling and Thomas' face came into view.
He'd returned to his usual, stern composure. With a cold expression, he set a steaming bowl of tomato soup on the bedside table. "Have you learned your lesson?"
I stayed silent and kept my head down, refusing to meet his eyes.
My knees still ached, and after three whole hours of being out in the cold, my throat hurt so badly I could hardly speak.
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