When There Is Nothing Left But Love

There were too many things that I had not yet achieved. I did not want to die or to freeze to death.

Under the deep biting cold, I became aware of my own labored breathing and the low electrical hum of the freezer.

I tried once more to call for help, but I was not able to utter a sound. The cold near the top of my head started to seep in slowly but surely. First, it penetrated my scalp, then through my skull, then it started to affect my nerves. They seared with pain and went numb.

It felt like an eternity, or maybe it was only a few minutes, but the act of waiting for death to claim me in the suffocating silence was awful.

I became aware of feeling sleepy and groggy. I suddenly recalled something being said a long time ago by someone. They said that true death came in three forms.

The first was the cessation of breathing. Your soul and body would separate and somehow feel your limbs stiffen up. This was the death of the body.

The second type was being declared dead. When you stopped breathing and lay in bed, someone would be there to declare you dead and state your time of death.

The last type was death in the memories of your loved ones. When your body and mind disintegrate, along with your existence in the world, and all the traces of you being on earth would go with it. Slowly, you would even fade away from the memories of your loved ones, until one day, you cease to even exist in the first place.

At the moment, I felt like I was experiencing the first type of death. The sound of my breath, no, the sound of my heartbeat was steadily weakening. It grew so faint that I could not feel my breath anymore.

Perhaps my time really had come. It was destined to be this very moment.

perhaps for the final time, I heard and felt a massive collision.

vicious. When the brilliant white light flooded my eyes, I saw what seemed to be the shape of a tall and slim figure drawing me out of the icy grip of death and holding me in the warm embrace

to describe; everything flooded

it was still sub-zero out there, it

being lifted up in a pair of strong arms. The figure that had carried me was radiating

familiar scent flooded my nostrils, allowing me to identify my

I wanted to say was “Thank you, Ashton.”

the terror and tension that had gripped me for the last few hours

was unable to continue. Then, she placed the child down and knelt down

left the child where it lay and departed on her own. The child, sensing the absence of its mother, cried out pitifully into

I had wanted to take a closer look. However, everything

back in my childhood with the old locust tree and the swing that hung from one

as well. I was plunged in a midst of a crowd and

a closer look, the

the figure in the dream was Ashton, but whenever I reached out to try to

times, and I grew more and more desperate with each failure trying to hold on to him. Finally, I reached out into the

beside

heard it and wanted to answer, but