You weren't supposed to see my footprints, how they staggered all caddywompus away from you.
I didn't want you to follow me.
There was a lantern swinging in the frigid breeze, and I hid behind the inconsistent shadow it cast in the corner by the stairs.
I saw you walking by and knew that you could hear my stuttered breathing, feel me trying to melt into the mortar and away from you.
When you stopped and turned, I knew I'd been had. My secret hideout morphed from sanctuary to prison before I could even make out your features.

I didn't ask you to save me. I didn't want you to fix me.
But there you were, pulling me out from hiding and forcing me to face the warmth with you.

The cold is so much easier.