Cold

I cried out into the cold, as if he could hear me. As if he could see me, as if he were even there. I sat on the harsh cobblestone ground and spoke to myself as if I could have prevented it, as if it were my fault. I stood up and weakly accepted the faint feeling, and then the darkness. All I could hear were the soft voices saying,"Is she okay? We may need a medic." Those soft voices wrapping me up in a warm blanket, yes, they were nice, but I wanted him to be around, telling me that everything was fine.