Lost, we walked for hours in the bitter cold forest.
“Are you thirsty”?
She nodded and I handed her my water bottle.
“Thanks, jerk”.
What? She can’t talk to me like that.
I came back to my senses and she was on the ground. Hand prints on her neck. Mine?
Rehearsing an alibi as I walked, I picked at my frost bitten fingers.
It was dark before I could finally see a road.
A pale figure emerged and blocked my way.
“Are you thirsty”? It sounded like her.
My hair turned white and I collapsed.
They never found our bodies.
