Snowflakes sat against the tips of your eyelashes, almost blinding your vision.

You take a few steps forward, the snow crunches under your feet. You walk past a few houses, into the outskirts of the village.

Gentle tunes fill your ears as you near closer, the vision of your best friend performing a dance enters your vision.

He dances elegantly, the gentle strands of his hair twirling along with him. He then stops and looks at you, a smile filling his face.

“Hey,”