He curled in the snow amongst the bodies that were buried below, clenching his coat for dear life hoping his tremors would stop. The snowflakes melting on him and he was hoping from all his heart that he could melt like the snowflakes to then disappear into nothing. His eyes shut tight, his face soaked with either snow or his own tears and his sobs accompanying the whistle of the wind like an orchestra.   Perhaps he was hoping for someone to come, perhaps he was hoping that no one would come and that he would wither there with the rest of the bodies.   “Aren’t you going to stand up?” the wind said with the same lithe his dear friend had in his voice.   Perhaps he was loosing his mind or maybe his friend was really there with him. “It’s too painful” he said, straining his voice.   “I know” said the wind, blowing on his hair. “How about you come with me then?”   That’s the only thing he had been waiting for. He was ready, no hesitation in his mind. He would take the generous hands of the wind and go with him, far, far away.       “MINO! Stay with me!” .     He recognized that voice, but it did not belong to the one he had been conversing with in the depth of the snow.   Something warm…or someone warm held his hand. A salty droplet falling on his face, like the first droplets of rain in spring.   “We’ve been looking for you for days!” the someone said but Mino stayed silent, not wanting to open his eyes. He didn’t want to open his eyes ever again.       Mino stared blankly at the sealing, not exactly sure of where he was. His home? An Hospital? His Apartment? Not that there would be anyone else in the latter. He would have only been greeted by coldness enough to make your whole body shut down. But not a cold that could be fixed with a little warmth. A coldness from within.   “We are worried for you Mino…Im…I should have stayed beside you” The someone said another day. Mino couldn’t look at him in the ey