A.N. This was actually supposed to be updated since two weeks ago but I did not particularly like any of the drafts I made. I still find this version really disjointed but I think I'll just let it go and get on with the fic.
A whisper of cold chases her heels through the darkened streets. It is the chilling sound of silence, clinging to her, dampening the hum of cars and snatching threads of conversation lingering in the air.
It breathes on her neck, digs bony fingers into her skin, seeping through her clothes.
It mocks her. Sneers in her ears.
The pressure only intensifies twisting louder and louder until glass screams and shatters, sinking into her hands, her face.
Cracks dart across the ground beneath her.
Her pores raise, her pace quickens, eyes flitting over dancing shadows.
The lights of the street, the café flicker, withering away, away.
From then on, her night goes straight to hell.