Walking out of the blast doors of the building with your boyfriend, N, the snow crunched beneath your boots, your body feeling as light as a feather from the comfort you were soaking in.

N snatched small glances over at you from time to time, tilting his head a bit as he admired your dark, purple hair. There wasn't one day that he didn't think you were pretty.

The two of you eventually got to a small, secluded spot with an array of trees surrounding a blank spot, which held a campfire and some bench-logs, where you two sat next to each other.

N shifted his gaze to your own, smiling a little as he spoke.

"We can stay here for a little while.. I'm thinking around half an hour or so.." N announced, his fingers lacing with your own.