*Clack.*
The heavy glass door of the hospital swung shut behind me with a dull sound that felt louder in my head than it really was. Cold air hit my face right away—sharp, damp, the kind that sneaks under your collar and makes you hunch your shoulders.
I stepped out onto the wide path in front of the building. The sky looked heavy and grey, like someone had smeared dirty cotton across it. No sun, no blue, just a flat, hazy color that made everything feel smaller.
"It can start snowing at any given point," I muttered to myself, tilting my head back to stare up. The clouds hung so low it looked like I could reach up and touch them.
I shoved both hands deep into my jacket pockets, fingers curling around nothing. My breath came out in small white puffs as I started walking straight ahead, shoes scraping against the rough concrete.
A yellow taxi rolled by slowly. I lifted my hand, gave a quick wave. The car pulled over almost immediately.
