As I strolled through the whispers of coldness, I tried to find her. The wet floor caused me to see my own reflection, gleaming under the light. I didn’t want to even want to look at myself. I was so ashamed that I left my world for so long. I told her that I would see her. But was it too late? The crossing made sudden beeping noises, although there was no one there she could hear me. I knew she could. Trees blew disorderly trying to make me scared. But I knew The Listeners were protecting me . Until she found me………….