Prompt: Her cheerfulness was like the jungle.
Her cheerfulness was like the jungle, crazy, wild and confusing even in it's stunning beauty filled with nothing but well-means. Her beaming smile, so out of place in the rapidly setting darkness, calmed me. She didn't speak a word, still, I understood everything she said and relaxed into the promise that she wouldn't leave me.
The fear, the pain, the panic... it had all ceased in the instant she took my hand into her own. I knew I was shivering in the snow-filled ditch but I felt only warmth. I knew the hard, jagged ice chunks were cutting into my skin but I felt only softness cradle my body. I knew I was drifting out of consciousness but I felt only alive and alert to a point of that even beyond exhilaration.
I saw the lights, then. I heard the approaching tires slow and then stop. I felt the breeze of his rushing past us to get to... me.
I turned to her in question.
She squeezed my hand in a knowingness I already trusted and together we began to walk.
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