Title: Something about Dying
Fandom: Original
Rating: G
Length: 373 words
Content notes: Death (no on-screen character death)
Author notes: Very peaceful, despite the subject matter. In between prose and poetry.
Summary: There was something to be said about dying


There was something to be said about dying. Especially dying in the snow. Surrounded by white. Cold, biting, aggressive.
She couldn’t keep her eyes open, not with the plain of white surrounding her, and especially not with the sun reflecting on the snow surrounding her and hurting her eyes with its brightness. Even with her eyes closed, she felt like it was making her blind.
But dying in the snow, she liked.
The snow was made for dying.
Soft
All encompassing
Cool
Restful
Snow
The only thing that could’ve made this death in the snow any better was if there hadn’t been any ice.
There was also something to be said about dying on the ice
A slab of ice hidden under the snow. As unpleasant as a block of ice hidden in a snow ball
Maybe less
Still, it was hard against her back.
Hard against her skin.
Hard and unyielding, like a hand holding her down, except with none of the forcefulness, but all of the strength
(What is it called when you’re held down by nothing. Nothing but the feeling that you can’t get up, that getting up would leave some of your skin behind, that your body wouldn’t obey you even if you tried.)
Holding her prisoner without a cage
Ice was structured, not free-flowing like snow, not coming into contact with her skin and melting into it, or blown off of it
Ice wouldn’t let her go
Dying surrounded by snow would have been freedom
Dying surrounded by ice was a pale imitation of a prison
Maybe this was why dying in a mixture of both would be her end after all.
Not the freedom she wanted
But neither the prison she deserved
She would die as she had come into the world
Alone.
Alone in the world that had never let her thrive
Alone in the world that she had made into her own nonetheless
Or maybe she wouldn’t die.
Maybe the ice and the snow would keep her close, just as she’d always kept them close
Maybe they wouldn’t abandon her in that final moment, with that final silent cry
It was far too peaceful for that
Maybe they would lay together
Forever
Dying