Thread: To Melt a Frozen Heart  ( Honey + Dr.Freon )

See more Name Amy Marie Johnson Age 24 Height 59 Job Medical Researcher Info Amy was one of those people that seemed to be born with a natural ability to learn and absorb information. The sort of person that had already finished their doctorate by the time others her age hadnt even finished high school. As a result it seemed like most people with an abnormally high IQ her EQ and social abilities seemed to suffer. It wasnt a lack of confidence rather it was her inability to read a mood and the fact she often come off as an arrogant, self-absorbed know-it-all that often got called a stuck up bitch to her face. It wasnt like she was purposely mocking them it was just that she corrected them when they said something wrong even sometimes going as far as correcting their grammar. Even with her eccentricities she didnt have a hard time finding a boyfriend because lets face it she was undeniably good-looking, Brent and her had already been together for almost two years though lately it seemed that they were getting into a lot of fights even over the most stupid things, apparently she wasnt affectionate enough because she wasnt all sappy like I love you, I miss you all the time or because she didnt like to cuddle and then it just had a snowball affect and they began arguing about almost anything. Fingers glided over her skin with grace and purpose, loving the feeling of soft black lace as it slipped into place. Hopefully at the end of tonight it would be a delightful surprise for Brent. Amy knew that things had been rocky lately but she hadnt given up and hoped that tonight theyd be able to put it all behind them. She was trying, shed even gotten off work early because she knew how important this party was for him and was making her best effort to be empathetic though it wasnt exactly in her nature. Her black, thigh high socks slipped on just as easily, framing and accentuating her beautifully long legs. Her legs almost looking to inviting, if that was even possible, as they were paired with a short, little burgundy number and a pair of black heeled doc martens. Admiring herself in the mirror she put on the final touches, a black belt and choker, dark red lipstick and little diamond stud earrings. With one last look she pulled back some of her silky, long hair into a clip, leaving it half down. Finally satisfied she went out the door grabbing her black clutch purse and a heavy winter coat, knowing that it was forecasted to snow. Amy had made an effort in her appearance, to be on time and she hoped Brent would be great full for it or at the very least not pick a fight with her tonight. It only took forty minutes for what was a good evening to turn south, fast. There she was standing in the middle of the room, champagne flute in hand as she stood there arguing with Brent in hushed whispers over the fact shed once again corrected him while he was speaking, he accused her of having a superiority complex and so she bit back telling him that if he didnt sprout, stupid, untrue nonsense than shed have no reason to correct him in the first place which carried on to a point where he finally asked her if she thought he was an idiot or something and Amy not realising that it was more of a rhetorical statement had, in her fury, blurted out a blunt yes. Needless to say Brent wasnt very happy and ended up telling her she was embarrassing him, of course Amy was shocked after all hed started the argument and yet now he was putting all the blame on her well, she wouldnt have it. She was putting in so much effort for him and yet he threw it right back in her face and so that was how she ended up throwing her drink right back into his face while telling him, No, that right there is me embarrassing you, before storming off, leaving a rather shocked and wet Brent behind. It was nothing more than coincidence really that shed seen the sign for roof access but once she did the thought of taking a moment to cool her head and grab a smoke seemed too tempting to resist. Amy did in fact realise how contradicting that was, that she smoked while being able to rattle off the list of statistic from the top of her head how smoking kills but she had faith by the time it took for her to develop one of those numerous diseases that modern medicine would already have an answer for it anyway and if they hadnt? Well no one was meant to live forever anyway so she might as well enjoy it. When Amy first walked out on the rooftop terrace shed been too consumed by her anger and her need for a nicotine hit to really fully notice how cold it was and how little she was wearing. She lit up her little cancer stick, taking a long drag as she not so silently started to vent about how frustrating Brent had been lately. Five minutes later she was stubbing out her cigarette against the brick, finally making up her mind. Shed apologise, for throwing the drink that is, it was a childish thing to do and no matter how much of an ass she shouldnt have stooped that low. Then shed try to have a proper discussion with him and they could either make an effort to get through their issues or break up, she wasnt spending another moment fighting with him over nothing. Now that shed cooled off she began to realise it wasnt just her temper that had cooled. She couldnt believe shed been so stupid not to retrieve her coat first before heading outside into a winters night. No matter it wasnt a big deal shed just get herself a pipping hot cup of coffee before going to find Brent. All it took was for her to tug on the door go back inside for the no matter to turn into a really BIG matter when she realised she was locked out. Even if she had a high IQ her first reaction was like anyone elses, bang on the door and cry out for help. After a couple minutes of needless screaming, the thick door muffling out her voice to an almost inaudible level she checked her clutch for her phone even though she already knew shed left it in her coat pocket, she was clutching at straws, she was panicked and not thinking logically mostly because she didnt like the results to her logic. Factoring in the temperature and wind chill factor shed probably only last two hours, three max if she kept her body moving and producing heat before she feel unconscious. Also factoring in the fact the affects of alcohol and nicotine on the blood causing her body to lose heat more rapidly itd be back down closer to two. The roof was too high from the ground for her to survive the fall and looking at the thick brick it was probably insulating any noise shed be making from actually making it through to the other side of the door. Logically speaking she was fucked, by the end of the night shed be a human popsicle and the only thing that could save her is if someone opened that door from the inside but what were the chances of someone else thinking what a nice cold night to go out onto the roof. Amys heart clenched at the sight of the tiny snow flakes dancing through the air. Amy had managed to keep herself upright and active for the first thirty minutes, her hands vigorously rubbing her arms to try and generate some warmth, before she started to stumble. Before the first hour was up her legs felt like jelly and shed ended up slumped on the ground, using the last of her energy to get out her lighter and try and get as much warmth as she could from such a tiny flame but eventually, and quite quickly it ran out of lighter fluid. Slowly her shivering stopped as the hypothermia further set in, her mind seeming to slow down and at some point her mind couldnt even compute that she was dying or the importance of keeping her eyes open. And thats how hed find her, curled up on the cold, hard ground with her knees tucked into her chest, her skin as pale as snow, her lips a deep purple from the blue pigmentation of her lips mixing together with the red of her lipstick and her eyes half lidded behind her glasses but unresponsive. Amy was amazingly still technically conscious but it was obvious nobody was home, she lacked awareness and the ability to properly process information.