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Snow is cold as fuck.
Not that it's a non obvious observation, but when you're laying on your back in the worlds thinnest smiths t-shirt, boxers and socks, it's pretty damn obvious that snow is cold as fuck.
Especially in the god knows what time at night on winter break in New Jersey. This observation was made abundantly clear to Mikey. His body stinging as he lets his cold, numb hands fist themselves into the chilling snow. The feeling somewhat soothing his stinging knuckles. Honestly he's tempted to do the same with his face, to turn and bury his head into the snow and taint the pure whiteness of it with the blood dribbling from his nose. Although he just can't find the energy.
He watches with blurry vision as his breath disperses into the cold air above him. This would be a cool place to die, is obviously the first thought that comes to his mind after everything that had just happened. To his dismay though he knows he's nowhere near injured enough to die. Just stinging knuckles from fighting back along with a busted lip, a hopefully not broken nose and one hell of a broken heart.
Could what he's feeling right now even be classified as a broken heart? Can best friends break your heart? Fuck. What a dumb thought. Broken hearts are saved for love struck girls.
Jesus Christ, who is Mikey kidding?
He is totally in love with Frank.
This for sure counts as a broken heart.