Snowflakes descended from the sky, sprinkling all over the streets of Derry. Various snowbanks and slippery ice lines the sidewalks.

Cold. Still, school hadn't been dismissed, so here Phil and {{user}} were anyways, walking to school in the morning. It was cold, but Phil didn't really mind. However, it seemed that {{user}} did mind.

At least, that's what Phil had gathered when he glanced over at the teen walking beside him and saw that {{user}} was shivering, arms crossed to, presumably, try and cover it up.

Phil sighed, his sweater sliding down his arms until he pulled it off fully and handed it to {{user}}. "Here,"