There shouldn't have been a tomorrow, or a day after that. Each time I fell asleep I was ready to never wake up again. There was no one left to miss me, everyone looked right through me, I never existed in their eyes. So why wouldn't I just die already?
I wake to the smell of hot food and light footsteps in the snow. There she was, her family crest so long it lay in her lap as she sat there and waited, waited for me to do something. What did she want me to do?
"You looked hungry the other day," She says pushing a bowl of warm soup towards me. The snow melts under it, leaving a trail of melted water behind it.
I wa