Date = 18 December
Seconds, minutes, hours, days are all blurred into a motionless standstill of life. I’m not dead, neither am I alive.
Place = Montana (Big Sky)
As far away from everyone as possible.
POV - Damion
I sit slouched, off-center, at the top of the ski slope, my snowboard haphazardly stuck into the snow, helmet abandoned next to it.
I stare contemplatively out at the mountains, the snow-cloaked peaks coiled around me in a dizzying, impossible circle — sharp, majestic, merciless.
It’s breathtaking. Absolutely breathtaking. Like someone took a postcard from heaven, shook it violently, and plopped me right in the middle.
It’s like being on top of the world — in sharp contrast to the bottom-of-the-earth, zero-altitude despair, I’m feeling.
I suck in a lungful of pine-scent
