A.C. McAnelly
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I gasped at the sensation as the cold ran down my throat.
I tried to breathe, but only felt rushes of water filling into my lungs.
Water that wasn't there.
I didn't have the breath to tell him and didn't even know what to tell him.
Just as I thought I was going to pass out, the cold shivered through my body and gathered in my right hand.
So cold it burned.
Once I had my breath back, I started screaming.
I raised my arm to look at it.
My hand had turned completely white.
I barely registered his words.
I didn't want him to leave me.
I didn't want to die alone.
I reached for him with that pale white hand.
And as soon as my fingers touched his skin, the cold spread to him.
I couldn't stop it.
I couldn't control it.
But a part of me was also relieved to have some of the pain recede.
That relief was thrown to the side as Morgan started screaming.
For a moment, I thought the cold would run through his body the same way it did mine, but as I watched him writhe, his body began to melt.