Kaelen

It’s cold.

Has it been minutes?

Days?

Months?

Years?

I can’t tell. I can’t tell much anymore. My body aches, and yet, I cannot do anything to relieve it. 

I can tell it’s cold. I do not know if it is the chilly air of the mountain peak, or if it is my body, deprived of my heart beating warm blood throughout my veins. 

Am I even still on the mountain?

I tried calling before. Calling out for anyone who could hear me, yet no sound escapes my mouth.

I called for Mother too, but I fear no prayers escape my head either. And I called for them all, a thousand times over. Yet no one will answer.

Rehael. Esme. Ira. Carel.

Arani.

There’s warmth for a short while. I do not recognize this warmth, but I know it sees me.

Then the warmth fades.

Now I know warmth, the cold feels worse.