Don’t visit the graveyard at night, I thought.
The wind blew wild and my hair ran free, I was cold and on the verge of freezing. I looked up to see a man…
No, that’s not a man, that’s a statue.
He was looking right at me. “H-hello?”
God, why did it have to be so cold?
He reached out his hand…
I grabbed on, not knowing the consequences and warmth spread through my hand, but why?
I looked down to see him running out of the graveyard.
I had now become the statue.
I had taken its place. Until it was cold again, I’d be here alone.
The cold, winter soldier.