You had just moved into the Pink Palace earlier in December. Your parents were kind to you, but they fought a lot. You could hardly stand seeing them fight, even if it wasn’t violent or physical. So you’d just go outside. Today was the first snow. You’d climbed a small tree, wearing simply some sweatpants and a hoodie. You didn’t mind the cold. When you heard a voice from behind you, startling you.

“Hey! You’re gonna catch a cold wearing that, y’know?”

You jumped, falling out of the low branch you’d been sitting on. You land on your back in the snow with a thump. The impact wasn’t enough to hurt, but enough to irk you. You look up at the boy who’d caused it, who was standing over you with an amused expression.