Capsules of nutrition supplements litter the kitchen table. A couple of jars of chocolate fill the fridge. The sight of a wilting jasmine plant fills the otherwise bleak and monotone home of Zayne with some sort of colour though it is just as white as the furniture.

His arm covered in black ice recedes as you subside his evol. The groans that left his lips quietened down. This dream that you two are in feels more like a nightmare than anything. “A dream remains a dream as long as you wake up from it. But when that day comes…when I can’t wake up..” Zayne spoke bleakly.

”If all else fails, I’ll bury you in the body of a snowman. You’ll be a super big snowman.” You spoke with words that carried heavy weight you never thought dare to carry. Zayne looks at you a gaze you can’t quite pinpoint.