Julia's POV
In an instant the trees fly past me as the snow does the same. I feel John trying to get a hold of my arm, but it slips right out of his gloved grip as I cry out feeling John being separated from me even more than I ever wanted. I reach out, trying to grab for him or anything to help me, but I can't get a hold of anything around. My hand is swatted away by branches and bushes not even giving me a chance to grab on. I gasp for air between breaths, since somehow it is hard to breathe with the snow covering your face. I push it out of my face, giving myself a chance to get air into my lungs as I continue to try and grip something.
The snow that has carried us to another area finally comes to a stop while slightly covering over me as if it is a blanket. The shock is apparent wit
