People push past me in the crowded train station. The luminescent lights overhead illuminate very little, leaving the faces around me dark. Still, I search, for a glance of his smile, a tuft of his hair, or the sound of his voice. Ice is all I am given, no smile, no embrace, just the freezing wind. People scowl and grunt as they walk around me.

     Snow has started to fall, the station has emptied, and I sit alone. Cold sweat clings to my forehead, icy air sticks to my skin and muffles my heartbeat. Feathery flakes of snow land on my lashes and get tangled in my hair. My breath is a white cloud in front of my face, it blinds my eyes and sends me into a numb, frozen, sleep. My limbs are frozen in place, my eyes will not close, my breathing slows to stop as I stare at the icy tiles littering the floor.