My head rested on his neck and his smell brought me back to the many memories of our time playing together in the trees in our backyard. I might have managed to walk myself, but I couldn’t object to any reason that got him so near me. Even if that ended up hurting me more. Andrew closed the door behind us and carried me in front of the fireplace, where he laid me down. Large flames were dancing in fireplace, giving back some of the heat that my body ached for. I was laid perpendicularly in front of the flames, and I placed my body as close to it I could bear. I had warmed up a bit on the short drive home thanks to the warm coffee and the blanket, but my delicate body still shivered. I watched the flames engulf the birch bark logs while holding the blanket tightly against my face, but it didn’t seem to help. I needed more. I didn’t know what else we could do, but the fire didn’t seem to be enough to bring me back from the coldness. I heard Andrew walk in closer and I turned to see him crouching over me.
