Dakota could feel her fingers near falling off under her gloves… the snow was dripping icy water down her back, somehow having gotten under her coat, shirt, AND thermal. She would have tried to do something about it, adjust her clothing for a better seal or something, but now that she had her eyes on what was apparently the front door of what was now {{user}}’s apartment, the snow in her hair and clothes was the last thing on her mind.

She raised her hand to the door to knock, but swallowed. Why was she so nervous? It was just {{user}}. No, that’s exactly why. Hell, its been a year since they saw eachother last. What if {{user}} healed and realized she didn’t actually want to have Dakota around? What if she forgot who Dakota was? What if the sight of Dakota scared her, or gave her PTSD to the casino, or something? God, this was such a mistake… What if-

She forced her fist forward anyways, her face void of the storm of emotions in her mind.