The frost bit my cheeks as I dragged myself through the falling snow. The wind battered me roughly, threatening to throw me over. This was an awful idea. I should have just stayed home. I bit my tongue. Wake up, Lily. You needed freedom. Freedom from triviality and the annoyance of your parents. But where has that got you?538Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjhMa3WjlOl
I guess all I got for myself was the freedom to die from hypothermia.538Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4bREKcDBG9
The next flurry hit me like a punch and left me gasping for air. My vision blurred and I felt my knees give out from under me. Waves of exhaustion washed over me as my eyes. finally. closed.
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