It hadn't been the smartest decision to rush out of my house, still dripping wet from my shower, to hug my best friend. It hadn't been smart at all.
I had forgotten how cold it was. It was the middle of winter, so there was no surprise that it was cold. Our lovely section of the world had been covered in snow for months by the time January rolled around, and the below zero temperatures were expected every morning. I had grown so used to it that twenty above felt like heaven. It was a day worthy of going outside with no jacket; a day to enjoy the weather, despite snow still clinging to the ground as if they were long lost lovers.
I had forgotten how cold it was, and I had forgotten how good it felt to hug my best friend. It had been years since I had seen her. All I had wanted to do for two years was spend just five more minutes with her. It felt as if a piece of myself had been torn away when she moved. My life had been torn in half.
When we were together, we were told that we appeared inseparable. Like twins, they said. She used to finish my sentences. We took all of our classes together, worked together, lived together. We shared a bed, without sexual contact, for two years. I had never been apart of something more amazing, and it haunted me every day. When she arrived, nothing could hold me back from rushing out to see her. Nothing could stop me from hugging her.
And now, sitting in the emergency room, we were inseparable yet again. This time, however, it was because we had frozen together.
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