Feel

Alone. Cold. Tears.
The icy weather wrapped around her, numbing her, freezing her.
It didn’t matter, she didn’t matter, not the way she wanted to.
If numb enough, she wouldn’t feel the loneliness.
Then, footsteps.
He knelt down, looked into her eyes, wrapped his coat around her.
His eyes said, “You matter.”
Warmth.

Source:Written for creative writing, a 55 word or less story.