A memory of February snow Trilogy (part 2 ) She walked back to the fireplace, sat down reluctantly and placed her long fingers over the fire, letting the tips of the flames tickle her finger-tips. She stared into the flames, the orange and yellow flicker drying her eyes as an early warning not to dawn too close. Automatically there was a shiver that passed over her body so quick she thought at first, that she must of just imagined it. Then another, and then another. Each time getting quicker and quicker until she thought she was on permanent vibrate mode. The moon. She knew it was out, that the clouds no longer clung to it's shine like a child hiding a toy. She dived to the window. Waiting to greet her was the brilliant light of the Luna planet. It's sphere shaped face smiling down like a proud parent. All of her worries and problems quickly decapitated from her mind, leaving her with nothing but the feeling of content. Shiver. Then another. She slowly pulled her fixated gaze from her sanctuary to her hand. The veins seemed to be moving? No this wasn't possible, it couldn't be could it? Her hand shivered, becoming whiter and whiter. It had seemed like the blood decided it was needed for another job and just suddenly left her hand. Shiver And again. They were growing quicker this time, and leaving more of a scare behind with them. She pulled her other hand up to steady the other, like a friend to comfort another. No point in that, she thought. Her hand started shaking more and more. She even started to feel her legs getting ready to give way, causing her to look around worriedly before collapsing to the floor, smashing the glass on the window as she pulled at anything to bring her back up. The crystal glass smashed as her hand hit down on it causing them the shards to cascade down onto her stomach and neck. Luckily avoiding any crucial places like the side of her neck where she cut have burst an artery if it went in too deep, or her belly button. She looked at her legs in confussion. She knew she hadn't shaved her legs for two nights but she could have sworn that her legs seemed less hairy than they were now? She ran her fingers over the midnight colour black hair that now coated her calves down to her ankles before a sharp pain, like a gunshot shooting through her muscle- not that she's ever had one shoot her, but it hurt just as she would have imagined it to. She looked up at the moon. One last chance to seek any comfort before her whole body soon blinded her with a ridiculous amount of agony and pain. She thought she could even hear bones break. Worrying her even more. Shiver. Shiver. Snap! Her head fell lifelessly to the floor, her body pulsating, almost fit like. She couldn't move, her neck had broken. She knew that much. She felt her spine give way to her, giving up like all of her other bones in her body. Yet.. she could still breathe, still think, and still register everything that was happening around her. Worst of all she could still feel the pain. She could feel her pulse slowing down the pain blocking it in her ears, her breathing quieting. Then darkness. Her eyes, she could finally rest them. Not exactly in piece but she was thankful that she could just close them at least. Shiver. Shiver. Silence. So this is what death really felt like she thought.