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- Bitter Wind
- I felt my way along the iced rocks. I had little time as it was; the frostbite was clawing slowly at my fingers. The blizzard intensified, and the white shroud it created blotted my vision. I was walking blind, and were it not for the soothing trickle of the rushing river below, I would have fallen in.
- I find myself underneath an ice archway, where the snow could not cover. I peer out from behind the ice and see the bridge. In the storm, it had snapped like a twig. There was no way I was getting back across.
- Gazing towards the end of the river, I notice that there is a pile of rocks acting as a natural bridge further upstream. But it was too cold, and the snow was too thick. The frostbite was worsening – a pain that crept into your bones, deteriorating it until there was nothing but cold.
- My mind was full of grief. I worried about my girlfriend, who would still be waiting on the other side, her love the goal that I had to reach. The only way to that goal would be to brave the blizzard, or face a certain death.
- I took one last look at my surroundings, it could be the last time I ever saw it. The boulders that loomed ominously around the cliffs, the white snow, and every flake individual – it was like something out of a fairytale. A frozen paradise, covered in a thick white blanket.
- At last, I make my decision. Forcing myself back into the snowstorm, my goggles fogged and my hands numb, I begin to cautiously edge my way along the cliff face. I could picture my girlfriend, and how beautiful she was. We were fellow scientists; Biologists who had traversed this harsh environment to study the wildlife up here. It was our last day, and yet again my search found nothing. I could not bear the thought of knowing that I left my girlfriend alone. I pushed on, snowflakes dancing around me like an intricate performance. It all seemed so familiar. I had indeed crossed this path many times before, but those times, the bridge had been accessible and the weather was clear. I had to keep shuffling along. I knew that at the other side, she would be there.
- One foot in front of the other, I felt that I had hit an ice wall near the rock formation I had seen. Sure enough, between the mass of white I could see the telltale sign of that pile of rocks. It was pretty solid, and I just had to make it across. Coming this far and turning back would be letting her down… and it’d be suicide.
- I tried not to think too hard about the frostbite, as my boots slid onto the rocks. The gushing water rumbled through the mountains, and as I watched, the ice flow was slowly edging upstream.
- As I made it to the other side, I smiled. I could see the warm fire that I had longed for so long, and sitting by it I saw a figure, hunched over, preparing something.
- Rushing at a pace so to ensure I didn’t lose my footing, I find my way over to the fire, and my girlfriend welcomes me with eager arms, her hair brushing against my face, and her warm embrace filling me with joy.
- Then the world turns white.
- It was the same dream for the three years after that. I never forgot her.
- The dream wasn’t real. It was what I wish had happened. My girlfriend was the one who was trapped, not me. There was no rock formation, and the blizzard was merely because I did not want to think about the area she had died in. I was watching, calling my girlfriend over. The bridge had collapsed, certainly, but she didn’t try to find a way back. She smiled a weak smile, and jumped in.
- Now I had set up my tent in the same place it was that night 3 years ago. The same night I had intended to ask for her hand in marriage. The same night I watched her die.
- Now was the time for us to get back together. I took one last long look at the familiar surroundings, closed my eyes and jumped in to the river. For a fleeting moment, I felt her embrace.
- This time, it was cold. It was so cold.
- But we were together.
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