Shouldn't there be some sort of last evolutionary self defense against killing yourself?
Certainly his body would put up some sort of fight, wouldn't it?
He swallowed. I guess not.
Funny, he thought, that one could feel so warm in midwinter.
My favorite parts.
But when they found him, he was cold to the touch, and the winter winds carried away the last sigh of his smile, leaving behind it only something that had once been something more.
This last part felt difficult to read, dunno why.