Wesley had just gotten to the tip of a frozen hill. His footprints crunched in the snow as a frost would wined it's way in a wind, press against the cheeks, and down the spine. The tall oak trees stood quiet, many of them still with their leaves, despite the cold layering. There was a fresh scent in the air, and he sighed as he looked across, at the distant mountains, the birds in view, the inevitable.

Here he gathered some thoughts as he sat, legs crossed, a top a wooden stump. He ventured to think about the many times he had climbed this hill, and the next one. The times he walked the paths which now laid hidden beneath snow. He couldn't put a word to it, maybe nostalgia, but it was a sense of melancholic remembrance that he'd probably never see any of it again.

Wesley stood up and began a slow drift below, watching his footing as he went. He couldn't help but look down, despite the astounding views to be found. Never once had he not been in awe of it either. But today was different. A day unlike all the time he had spent by himself here in the wilderness. Only this time, it was for the worst that he was alone.

He came down to a clearing, which he might've recognized had it not been for the snow that made every sight uniform. Some rocks were dressed in a circular formation with dried and burnt foliage in the middle. The strange fascination that teens or young adults had with striking up in the forest, free from the social ques and one with themselves. As suspected there were beer cans tossed about, mostly hidden underneath the snow. Now he found himself half smiling, knowing that he too delve into alcohol around a fire with familiar faces laughing just a little too loud. He hadn't heard from any of them in years, and the faces were molding into one, fuzzy and static, and distant.

It was times like this, when every movement in Wesley's body, every breathe, every twitch of the muscle or the brush of the hair, seemed so slow. That they could drag on for an eternity. In comparison, his work made him feel like a fly. Endlessly buzzing here and there, being swatted away just to come back. It had become all encompassing, never ending, consuming all his time and effort. But in the still, in this moment, he could reflect and felt the somber of all the memories in his life.

He then reflected on his family and how they had all gone off to something else. How, without much understanding, they all looked different. Not in the physical, but in some unknown atmosphere. As if a glass had encased them and distorted who he had known his whole life. It just wasn't the same. But he already said his goodbyes.

His hands caught a sudden chill and he was sucked back into consciousness. He noticed the silence and the freezing shock that tried to pierce his coat. "One can just lay down and never wake up again," Wesley thought to himself. Eaten by the snow, it would be sometime before their body would be found. So came the reality of why he was here, this place which throughout all his life had been special and lovely. It was time he ended this life.

He wasn't so clear on how to go about this, only thinking he'd walk around and find something in the midst. He wasn't angry, nor upset. With a slight sense of relief, he mostly felt numb. He was passed all the swollen feelings of remembering everything that once was. The way life had been before this. He was passed the dread of desire, wanting meaningful change or for things just to go back to the same. He only reached acceptance. But everything must change.

And so he found himself at the bottom of a cliff. At the top, a road curved with the railing broken halfway through. He walked alongside the cliff wall before a squirrel landed on the snow ground before him, which didn't take one look before dashing away into the woods. It was gone in an instant but there ahead it revealed, as the trees lined like a ray of light shining onto, a car. Wrecked and frozen over, it stood silent with debris here and there and dents which plagued the outside. Wesley inched forward, suddenly forgetting everything he had previously thought about and was doing.

As he came to see himself in the window of the front passenger seat, taking another look there rested a women, her head turned to peer back out the window. Her eyes were empty white and her hair was black and soft. Her face was flush of any blood with her mouth slightly agap. Besides the sickly and dried look of her skin, she seemed mostly untouched as her deflated airbag seemed to have taken much of the blow. In the driver side sat a man who's head had been caved into the stirring wheel, blood splattered in a radius. The two didn't move. It was uncertain how long they'd been here, certainly long enough to render them unsavable.

His breath failed and he twitched a little in the hand, stuck with anxiety by the scene. He had never witnessed a dead body and these corpses had taken their time to slightly rot in the snow. As he peered deeper into the eyes of the women, she blinked and slightly came to life. "Johnny? Johnny is that you?" She softly and ghostly called out. One could feel the trees cave in around, boxing in this moment, inescapable. The heart pounded almost to combustion. Wesley's eyes widened as his feet froze and his breathing stopped, but he tried to pull back, to stop facing whatever it was he was looking at. Yet, he couldn't. "It's cold Johnny, I don't think I can move."

She made no large movements but her eyes blinked like normal and she slightly turned her head side to side. "I know you didn't see that turn, it's not your fault, but it's very very cold." The small pops and cracks in the syllables of her words were bright and present.

Wesley couldn't get one word out.

"Johnny could you..." She trailed her words. "A jacket please." She gasped then slid just so slightly forward in her last stretch of life.

Welsey's breathe, where it once was frantic and fast, took to a steady and constant pace. The wind too died down, and the forest was the quietest it had ever been. He couldn't feel the numbing cold abound, but he couldn't help to think that her last words reflected into him. Seeing this frozen corpse of life, widdle it's way just to the edge and over, grinded the bone, the deepest feelings inside. He couldn't remember much of the reasons he came out here anymore. Or all the things he lost up to this point. His life took on a different shade of color. He forgot to end it all.