I’m not sure how to explain the fact that I literally. LITERALLY. thought that I was going to die while walking back from work to my dorm. It’s a half mile. In a blizzard. The snow was up to my mid-thighs, I was trapped in the middle of Violette’s parking lot trying to get inside so that I could get warm. I couldn’t see Grim (where I had left five minutes before, but was only 100 yards from me). I couldn’t see Violette. The snow was in my boots and in my pockets and in my face. And all I could do was sob and try to climb up the steps into Violette.
And it was locked.
I literally thought that I was going to have to call Noah and tell him not to come looking for me because no one was going to be able to save me but to have to call the police and help me. I literally thought that I was going to be one of those three-foot snow drifts. I have never been more scared of ice and snow and wind and cold. I have never been in a situation where I felt so alone and lost by my physical environment.
And I just had to keep walking with the snow up to my knees and my tears freezing onto my face.
I literally thought that I was going to die.