This cold wind... is nothing compared to the pair of cold grey eyes staring down at me... Pair of cold grey tempered steel balls... a heartless gray as the life ebbs away from me... This is my introduction to the grim reaper... Dark hooded cloak... the famous scythe... the familiar icy breath... but lo what is this? He touches my cold cheek... and to my surprise... the gesture is fraught with affection... bringing back warmth to my body again...strange transition...
