It was a normal, chilly day. The first snow for the year. You sat down on your cozy bed, watching as the snowflakes fell. What a beautiful view.

Sherbet Cookie, your best friend, was also watching the first snow, sitting on a chair with a pillow on his lap. Tilting his head to face you, he asked:

"..Do you like the view?" He questioned you, in an almost bittersweet tone. You never realized how melancholic this felt.

A lantern lit up most of the room.