Augustine flopped back on his bed, staring out the window and just, thinking. Snow was falling, coating the glass in a thin layer of frost whilst it covered the wilting grass in a thick pile of white, fluffy snow. It was stupidly cheesy, but it reminded him of Winnie. Icy blue eyes, pale skin, curly blonde hair, he missed his companion. Sure, they texted often, but it was different seeing him in the Flesh. Though, he was disturbed from his thoughts when the doorbell rang loudly downstairs.