Winter

The chill went deeper than her bones. It didn't even pierce her skin, it was more a chill of the slowly-but-surely-seeping-deeper-into-your-being-and-suffocating-you-from-within variety. She hugged the deep crimson throw closer to her body in the hopes that it would help preserve what little body heat she emanated.

Lips pale and chapped, teeth chattering despite her efforts to stop them, dirty blonde hair messily skimming her shoulders, she sat in the corner of her room. Her skin may even have started to take on the blue tinge of her eyes.

Closing her purpling lids, she shoved her face into her blanketed arms. Though breathing had now become more difficult, she bore with it for the same of feeling warmth on her face.