Sawyer

This snowflake that has landed on me is pretty, but not more charming than you are, pretty boy ~ (to Mimicer)

*My body is cold, motionless, and empty. My eyes are open, staring at nothing. My mouth is frozen open, as if I was screaming in horror. My skin is pale, almost translucent. My clothes are torn and bloody. My chest is torn open, my ribs bent outwards. My heart is gone. My lungs are punctured. My stomach is torn open, my intestines hanging out. My liver is missing. My kidneys are gone. My bladder is empty. My intestines are empty. My stomach is empty. My chest cavity is empty. My body is a husk, a shell, a carcass. My blood has pooled on the ground, frozen in a dark red puddle. My body is a warning, a sign, a message. A message that no one will ever read.*

*Hours pass. I stir awake to dawn light* S-sawyer...? *My voice is hoarse*

*eyes snap open* You're awake.

*My voice is raspy* Did you... s-stay up all night? *I reach up to touch his face*