The warmth drained from Jason's voice so fast it left Anna cold.
Goosebumps broke out on her skin from the breeze. Or maybe it wasn't the breeze at all.
The warm fuzziness, the flutters, all gone, replaced by ice.
She wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing her arms, trying to summon warmth that wouldn't come.
Jason stood, glass of wine in hand, and walked over to the rail.
He threw the wine back, placed the glass on the rail between two flickering candles. They seemed to burn too bright now.
Yet, their warmth was lost in his eyes as he turned to her, his gaze shadowed.
Anna's arms tightened around her body. Her heartbeat too loud in the thick, heavy silence.
Even the crickets had gone silent, as if they too sensed the silence closing in.
Quiet.
Too quiet. Too cold. Too
