CAROLINE'S POV
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Considering, he stares down at me. A muscle in his jaw ripples before he drops his arms. They swing down to his side, eyes remaining on me, flicking over my body, inspecting me. My feet are numb from the cold, and my arms painfully ache as the cold air sweeps into my bones, rendering me unable to move. My bones are stiff from the lack of movement from laying here. If I could just sit up again. If I can just manage to gather the courage to move, but there is a part of me doesn’t want to. I want him to turn around and go back inside. I want him to disappear and leave me be, to freeze in this cold and enjoy the moment my heart will start beating slower until it just stops.
I could breathe through the aching if it meant I was free of all of this.
Of him.
I wasn’t born to
