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Sunny was cold
He had been playing with his friends, even in winter he felt so warm with them, so warm that even the sun couldn't compete, but then, they weren't there, they had dissapeared along with the warmth they had brought with them. In their place was the cold, the sharp and painful cold. Blinding white surrounded Sunny on all sides with wind trying vigorously to topple him from his stance, his measly jacket couldn't protect him from this icy hell, it could only protect him with the memories it brought with it.
The snow crunch under his boots as he made his way through the cold, hoping BEGGING that there was something nearby, anything that could protect him against the cold. His body was shaking attempting to bring him the warmth he desperately desired. He looked around in a desperate attempt to find something ANYTHING that could help him, but there was nothing. No house to protect him. No cave to shield him. No tree to hide him.
Nobody to help him.
Sunny finally fell to his knees, the wind had won the battle. He gripped his sleeves in a attempt to slow the freezing, but it did nothing. He collapsed with his face smashing into the ground and into more of the cold. He brought his knees to his chest hoping that it would stop his heart from freezing over like the rest of him. But it mearly slowed it down.
His eyes slowly fell shut and his shaking slowed, his body felt like it was never there in the first place and he could no longer hear the world around him, only his heart beating slower and slower and slower.
Sunny felt something moving him and exposing him to the cold, he attempted to resist but his body was too weak to fight back. He felt something move his torso up and against a warm and soft presence. He felt himself get just a little warmer, enough to where he could feel his body once more.
Instinctively he pulled himself closer into the warmth and felt the warm presence do the same. Sunny felt just a little bit warmer.
Sunny slowly opened his eyes to find that his head was nestled on the crook of a neck and was being held by arms into a body with a black shirt, he was no longer surrounded by painful white but a vibrant pink. It was a person, a very familiar person.
Aubrey.
Sunny reluctantly moved his head up to examined her face. Her face was wet and her makeup was ruined, the lines of which ran down her face, it was also a bit red, most likely from the cold and her body completely encapsulated him and squeez as if he was about to fly away. She stared into his dark brown eyes with her bright teal ones with concern and worry
"Are you okay?" Aubrey said with a soft tone. She brought one of her hands up and gently caressed his face with her warm and soft hand as if he would crumple if she pushed too hard. Sunny gave small nod and a weak smile in response and Aubrey reacted with her own smile and pulled him even closer, resting her chin on top of his head.
And just like that Sunny didn't feel so cold anymore.