Raven
Cold. I was so cold. Not the kind that bites your skin and makes you hiss when you step outside. This was deeper than that. It was a cold that lived inside my bones, crawled through my veins like something determined to hollow me out. I couldn't move. I couldn't open my eyes. I laid there on that pier letting the rain soak me to the bone, hoping the world would just open up and swallow me whole.
I was aware of everything going on around me. Sounds. Smells. Not clearly — more like it was happening on the other side of a wall. It sounded like I was in a fish tank being observed by the entire world. I didn't care. I didn't move. Let them see. Voices drifted in and out, tangling with the constant rush of rain and the steady slap of water against the wood and concrete pier.
A man's
