Yellow-gold hair was spread around her head in a halo. It seemed she was sleeping, her expression hauntingly calm. If not for the abuse her body had gone through, she would be just a girl playing hide-and-seek in the closet. Except she was still, so still. Why won’t she move? Finn asked himself. He refused to believe she was gone. Not his Snow. Tentatively, Finn reached out to touch her, to insist she wake and tell him she was okay. But she didn’t respond. The girl lay motionless, blood smudged along dirt and bruise-covered legs, arms, jawline, throat. Everywhere. She was hurt everywhere, and Finn could do nothing but lower himself to the floor next to her. “Don’t leave me,” he whispered, needing to talk to her, to feel her. His hand touched her cheek, feeling cold flesh beneath his fingertips, then moved to her hair, feeling the soft curls marred by dried blood. But she didn’t respond. He moved closer, hoping, praying, deluding himself into believing his warmth would thaw the ice coating her skin.
What do You think about The Silent Sounds Of Chaos?
