Fantastic beginning, looking ofrward to more.
Loved these lines,
'Damn them all to the darkest hell they can find. Uncaring, unseeing bastards. Don't they know she needs touch more than anyone else? Are they all so afraid that they can't squeeze a gloved hand or wrap an arm around her and hug her through her cloak?

Don't they see her dying from the inside?

Author's Response: I'm glad you enjoyed it! It has been just about 7 years since I wrote this story... that's a long time! :)