Slightly trembling in cold, I pushed myself further in front, but far enough from the bars that may hurt me.
I was crouched down on the cold floor, hugging myself as I felt the warm heat from the torch that was directly in front of me. I looked at the flames that weren’t moving in its place. There was no moving air in this place and yet the cold was biting. I rubbed my arms as I closed my eyes, feeling the heat from the torch again.
If it wasn’t for these white and blue flames, I couldn’t have possibly survived the hours (which I presume that has been) since I came here.
Jordan stayed for a while as I let myself cry while holding his hand earlier. He kept his silence and just comforted me with his presence as he caressed and squeezed my hand. When I was able to compose myself again, I
