The sky brightened as the sun rose to welcome a new day. Only a small ball of light represented the sun in the wide and snowy, greyish sky. I parted my lips and blow out cold smoke as I gazed out at the horizon that is as still as a photograph.
I blinked when a snowflake falls past the thickness of my eyelashes, coughing out when my throat tightens and dries every minute I spend longer outdoor.
I counted the seconds in my head until I heard the rattling doorknob followed by the creaking sound of the opening door. The second door to the balcony, where I stood opened with haste and thundered the low, bellowing voice of Rhys.
"What do you think you're doing out here in the cold?" his teeth are chattering from the way he spoke.
I sighed before answering, "to do some thinking, and I'm waiting for someone to return."