She continued,so close yet farther than ever. She was near passing out, but fought to stay awake. Maybe keaving wasnt such a wise decision. It seemed as if someone had trapped her in snow and ice as she trembled. Hypothermia waring her down. As she reached the last small, very small slope she lost her footing as the ice seemed to affect that too. She tumbled along the rocks, leaving jagged ice pieces. Falling into the golden grass, yet it was warm here, but it seemed as if nothing had changed. He remained sprawled out in the field, her breathing already collapsing on her slowly. Yet she fought to stay awake ad she tried to get up..
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