the weather grew progressively colder, and the days became shorter. that didn't stop you from hanging out with all your favorite people. a couple guys you were still friends with from high school, one including Will.

it was nearly 10 pm and you were all sat in some random park, snow covered the ground and your breaths were visible with each exhale. you watch the steam fade out after you let out a breath. your gaze turns to your friend sitting beside you.

"it's too cold." you mumble, grabbing his attention. he puts out a cigarette and looks at you. "hm?" Will hums. "here, let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater."

it was normal for you two to be totally affectionate, but there was something different about it tonight. maybe it was the cold. maybe the way you could catch a whiff of his cologne every now and then or how he'd laugh at a stupid joke. either way, you never wanted this feeling to go away.