It's really cold today.
 
In retrospect, the scene looked like a movie. A cold wind blew, the street was peaceful, the road devoid of cars. I felt like I was just a wandering pedestrian, sneaking a look at a couple of strangers standing around in the cold, doing...
Doing what?
Let me think back.
 
I asked her to meet me there. I  wasn't entirely sure what I wanted to say, but I felt I needed to say something. Clear something up. I showed up a little bit early, anxious to find out what I wanted. Before long she arrived as well, and she looked amazing. Her pale arms wrapped around herself, shivering even in her coat. Maybe it wasn't just the cold she was guarding herself from. Maybe it was me. Her eyes were calm, and she was watching me.
 
It's a funny thought, to think someone might actually be on guard around you. I suppose it makes sense, in my case, but it carries an odd feeling - like you want to reach out to the person, tell them you're not dangerous, tell them you're just like them, that they're just like you, that you two can just climb over this invisible fence and be -
 
be what?
 
We stared at each other. She looked at my face, searching. She didn't know why I asked to meet her. I didn't know either. I wish I knew, I wish she knew. I don't know how much time passed, but it felt like hours. Days. Weeks have come and gone in the outside world, but inside our little bubble time stood still. A little bubble of me, her, and the cold wind.
 
Me, and her. The concept was so familiar, but became so strange. There was no 'us', anymore, no easy definition. I don't know how long it took, but eventually she started talking. The words tumbled out of her, her voice quivering. I can't even remember what she said, I just remember the urge to hug her. To plant a kiss on her forehead. Tell her everything is okay. As more words came out, her voice steadied. Her eyes have risen once more to meet mine, and they looked calm. Terribly calm.
 
It's an odd feeling, like the world is falling around you. You don't feel particularly sad or angry, but the foundation of your life is falling apart. Years of corrosion and misuse, years of faithful service, and it's breaking up. A lot of people say they feel like they are falling, and I can't say the feeling is totally strange to me.
 
She stopped talking. I don't know how long she has been waiting for me to respond, and I couldn't imagine anything to say. Everything seemed so clear-cut, suddenly. It's done. Just fade away, if you would. We'll pretend we never existed for each other, never felt anything, like our entire lives our heart was frozen solid.
 
So I walked forward. I think she was startled, and I certainly was. I didn't know what I was going to do - hug her? Kiss her? Fall on my knees? The wind blew in my ears, like a thousand people talking at once, I felt the noise filling my brain, preventing me from thinking - it was so terribly cold, I should have just embraced her, cried on her shoulder, kept her warm, told her everything was alright -
 
but it wasn't. It will never be. Not anymore.
 
A flick of the hand. That's all there was to it. Once again, I felt like I'm watching somebody else preform my actions. A stranger just reaching behind his back, a quick flash of silver, and just a flick forward. The thrust met almost no resistance, I think. It just sunk in, and then the stranger pulled it out and observed the results. It wasn't enough. Not enough at all. The blade rose and fell, and her body fell before the stranger, fell before me. If there were any screams, any last words, I didn't hear them. Just the cold wind blowing around us, two strangers in their own little bubble.
 
I just wish everything would be the way it was. It's so cold today, and it's getting colder.