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In your dreams, it was dark. You stood in a blank space of black wilderness, staring out at particularly nothing. Along with that empty void of black, was the deafening silence. An overpowering sound ringing in your ears playing back-and-forth in your now empty head.
Out of nowhere, stray lights of blue and green swam in the empty void, brightening the once dark world you resided. It took you five minutes to realize where you were, you could still distinctly remember the bright street lamps that lit aglow in orange hues.
The late fall breeze welcomed you with it's cold arms, signifying the nearing cold winter nights you despised. A sudden gust of wind stumbled you in your footing, you don't even know where that strong wind came from, who knows anyways?
You puffed out a breath you didn't realize you were holding back, and the air coated it into cold air. You hugged your scarf tighter into your neck, hoping to seek more warmth. When did you have a scarf around your neck? Has it been there the whole time?
A bright orange leaf brought you back to your senses. the leaf barely hung on the sickly branch of the leafless tree beside the empty road as you observed it sway about in the wind. One gust of air later and the leaf finally fell off, gracing the air and feathering down until it piled onto the pile of dry leaves right under it.
Watching that leaf sway in the air brought a sense of calmness into you, you wanted to see and watch it again. A speck of snow fell from the skies, since when did it snow this late in fall? Another speck of snow, this is strange. Soon, it came dpwn snowing hard, you hugged your coat closer to your body yet it didn't give more heat as you expected.
You expected the snow to be light, but it quickly turned into a full-on snow storm. You almost couldn't see anything from all this snow, good thing there were bright street lamps.
Blinding light obscured your hazy vision, you could only squint at how bright it is. You heard a sound, a shout? A honk? It's too cold to even take notice in it.
In an instant, you flew backwards, the impact knocking the air out of your lungs. Searing pain danced trough your whole body and you could only scream as your back made contact with the cold ground.
You rolled onto the pavement, vision blurring even more if possible. Your body halted all it's movements, you stopped rolling. From where you layed, you could see the dark sky, the unending wilderness of clouds, the cold touch of the snow, and the ghostly howls of the wind.
You saw someone walk up to you, "Are you okay?" It asked. You tried to reply, trying to open your mouth for any sounds to no avail. Your vision had gone vignette, slowly darkening until it all became dark once again.
Is that how death felt?
The hot searing pain still coursed your body up until now, forcing dark nights, and nightmares everytime you sleep.
Was that how you would die?
The dark, cold nights still kept up until now, with no one to be with you, every night was cold. Cuddled on yourself, tears streaming down your face, you weeped for someone you dearly held to your heart.
How could this happen?
With these dark, cold nights, you couldn't imagine how you'd live, you could imagine how you'd be alone. Forever.