The cold crisp winter air hit your face as your feet became one with the sand. You looked at the view right in front of you, amazed by how the snow can mix with the sand. It looked beautiful. He looked beautiful.

Coriolanus was running bare feet in the sand, enjoying the cold breeze while the snow gently fell on the beach. He held his hand up, inviting you to join him. Your best friend was enjoying himself, while you were enjoying the peaceful view.

As you approach him, a small smile crept up his lips and held your hand in his. "Look at the moon. It's so beautiful." He looked at you with adoration.