The wind was cold. Her feet could feel the freezing ground, her legs unconscious about the stinging of ice through her skin. Her skin grew paler and paler, the freezing weather making her skin oddly white with pink spots all over. Her teeth chattered uncontrollably, biting her lips to be able to even stop them. Her body felt numb, she couldn't walk against the cruel weather. The sky was really falling, the sight in front of her was almost blurry white with snow. Skies dark and the surroundings giving her shudders. Dorothy sighed, a thick cloud of mist coming out of her breath.

    The only thing that kept her moving was the person she was with. Seeing that he was still alive and was still with her, it gave her strength. Swearing that she'll be strong, swearing that she will be with him. If he gets out of this, she will too. She didn't mind if her whole body shivered in disapproval with her conscience, she will help herself. No other help, just as long as his presence was there. A faint smile spread through her lips, eyeing the blond haired man she was with.

    "Quatre..."

    They probably must be looking for them right now. How she wished heaven would shine upon them and give way to them. She wished they could be out of the freezing cold, out of the torture they're in at the very moment. She wasn't only doing it for herself, she also want it for...him. Seeing him so hopeless, seeing him so pained was too much to bear. She couldn't remember how they've gone here. She couldn't remember why they were there, couldn't remember how they faced it. The only thing she could remember was herself getting lost in the wilderness. She could remember herself running in the darkness, not knowing what to do. She saw herself cry. She then remembered him calling her name.

    She sighed again. Even if the coldness of the place made her suffer, the mere thought of him concerned about her gave her warmth. It gave her much more warmth when she felt his hand close in on hers, holding it tight. She eyed it for a moment, her fingers twining tentatively with his. She felt his fingers hold hers tight, no move of rejection from him. She walked with him closer, by his side, seeking even a little bit of his warmth. Hard for her to admit it, she was tired. Her mind wants her to go on, but her body refused to do so. She wanted to stop for a moment, even just for a second to catch her breath. She knew he wouldn't mind.

    "Quatre...let's take a rest" she murmured, wishing he did hear it. A sigh of relief escaped her as he looked back at her and smiled. "I'll try to look for a good place" he said with a smile, a smile that had been forgotten since a while ago. He had been so serious ever since they've been stuck in that snow storm. She nodded slightly, not finding the words to thank him.

    Moments later, the two sought refuge on a cave not far from where they had walked from. The sat beside each other, finding the cold stone ground hard to sit on. Dorothy let out a sneeze, the cold getting into her head. Small, short coughs had escaped through her mouth as well. Quatre looked at her with concern, slowly and carefully running a hand through her back. Dorothy's eyes began to swell, beads of tears forming. It wasn't only from the sneezes and coughs, it was also from the fear she had inside her. Tears fell as the thought of the two of them dying right there in that very cave. "Don't worry, I'm here" her companion's soothing voice interrupted her worries. Dorothy glanced on one side, exposing her tearful eyes. He immediately wiped them off from her cheeks and smiled. "Whatever happens, I'm here" he muttered, his eyes looking deep into hers. He's so kind, even after all the things she had said and done to him, he still didn't care. He looked at her with much warmth no one else could even ask for more. Remembering the times she was with him, especially when they were in Libra. She couldn't imagine herself threatening to kill him. The one person she least wanted to lose. Her chest was about to burst. If this was the last moment, she wouldn't take any chances. Partially because of her body's state pf weakness, she leaned her head on his shoulder, finding the small space comfortable for her to lean on. He made a small shifting, but it wasn't for rejecting her, he shifted for her to be able to lean more comfortably on him. His arm reflexively crawled up her back, pulling her closer to him, locking her in his warmth. "You'll be safe. If ever something happens to us, we'll be together" he assured, feeling her body shiver against his own. He instinctively placed a shaking hand across her cheek, feeling the skin there was as cold as his palm. Placing a kiss on her forehead for a little warmth, he leaned his head on hers, closing his eyes. He couldn't bear the cold, and it was getting too much of him. A final word was said, as he fell into an everlasting slumber. "Aishiteru, Dorothy" Dorothy was startled. She quickly withdrew from him, glancing up at him. His lips were pale, no more color spread across his beautiful face. His hands fell limply around her body, his head almost falling from her shoulder. Dorothy cried, muffling his name in her chest. She leaned back on the wall, surrounding herself with his arms. She closed her eyes, kissing him one last time. Feeling herself slowly slipping away, a final sigh was released from her lips. "Aishiteru, Quatre..."

~owari~ (yes, it's over, what do you expect from dead people *tomato crashes on her head*