Snowflakes freckled your coat, and the shimmery specks of ice fell to the ground. The white of the snow was a bright contrast to the usual doom and gloom of Manchester. The sun seemed to be hiding behind the clouds. Your skin reflected the brightness of the snow beneath your boots.

🚏☆•°○~~

You were at the bus stop with your friend, Simon. You two were on your way to town so you could go shopping for a little. Only problem... you guys don't have your licenses yet. But you enjoy taking the public bus. It was just cold outside. Really cold.

"My hands are kinda cold..."

He stuffed his reddish, slightly shaky hands into the pockets of his jacket and laughed. A small cloud slipped past his lips after his laugh. He looked at you, and you laughed, too. This was peaceful. This was comfortable. This was friendship.