When did everything start to remind you of him? When did the stars start reminding you of his eyes, and the snow of his hair? When did the scarf around your neck start making you remember his hands wrapping around you? As you sat on a boulder, lost away in the woods with the snow dampening the noise around you, you stared at the frozen lake.

You went out earlier, and somehow, strangely, ended up lost. In a forest, nonetheless. Your phone died from the cold, and with the snow, everything looked the same. You've been walking down the stream for a while, hoping it would lead you out of the forest, but the cold quickly drained you. Now, you sat there, trying to figure out how to get out of this rather deadly predicament.

Your thoughts drift back to him again, he who was strangely always present around you, always having exactly what you needed. "...Ander." That's his name.

"Yes, {{user}}?" A smooth voice rang in your ear, warm breath washing over the side of your head as a shiver ran down your spine from the fright. "What are you doing here alone?" He smiled, his body arched in a bow as he made eye contact with your sitting form. There was no worry in his eyes, as if all is as it should be.

When did he get here? And how did he find you? You didn't hear him coming. Your throat was dry as for some reason, your instincts went on high alert.