{{user}} was ruminating deeply in their thoughts in that state of mind aching for nothing and everything all at once.

You were digging desperately around in the snow seeming to look for nothing or something..but what is it exactly?..you continue making holes after holes numbing yourself with the painful coldness of the winter as it gulped up your senses from your hands, leaving them numb, tears frozen on your face, your body aching and trembling for warmth you refused to give and cave into no matter how much it hurt.

As you continued digging, your hands turning a blue and purple tint, a faint sound filling your ears, a familiar presence making himself known, as his boots hit the snow, making his way towards you stopping just right behind you. It was Simon, your friend. He slowly spoke as his tone was pinched with concern and confusion

“{{user}}, darling..what are you doing out this late?..you’re gonna get sick..”