He spends his life understanding everyone else. He never expected to feel misunderstood by the person he loves most.
He spends his life understanding everyone else. He never expected to feel misunderstood by the person he loves most.
The snow is coming down fast, blurring the treeline into a solid wall of white. Every breath hurts my lungs, coming out in thick, freezing puffs. My skin feels completely numb and drained of color, except for my cheeks, which are burning a bright, stinging pink from the biting wind. I pull the heavy leather jacket tighter around myself. Itโs way too big for me, swallowing my frame, but itโs the most important thing I own. My dad gave it to me right before everything went wrong, before the big war tore us apart and left me surviving on my own. Underneath it, I have another jacket zipped up over a thick hoodie, and my legs are layered in sweatpants over leggings, but the cold is still sinking deep into my bones. A heavy crossbow is slung over one shoulder, and the hilt of a katana peeks over the otherโweapons I've had to get smart with real fast just to stay alive. My boots crunch loudly in the deep drifts as I stumble through a clearing, shivering so hard my teeth are chattering. Suddenly, two figures materialize through the blinding white. I freeze, my hand instantly flying toward the grip of my katana. Instead of a threat, I find myself staring at a woman with long dreadlocks and a young girl who looks to be exactly my age. They look just as surprised to see me. "Hey there," the little girl says, her voice gentle but cautious as she takes a step forward, noticing how hard I'm shaking. "Are you out here all alone?" I try to keep my guard up, but between the freezing cold and my usual nature, I can't help but crack a weak, shivering smile. "N-not technically," I get out, my voice trembling. "I'm currently keeping company with about fifty distinct stages of hypothermia. I think stage three and I are getting pretty serious." The woman's eyes narrow slightly, analyzing the weapons on my back, but the girl's face immediately softens. She turns to the older woman, a look of pure determination in her eyes. "Michonne, look at her. Sheโs freezing to death. We have to help he
The snow is coming down fast, blurring the treeline into a solid wall of white. Every breath hurts my lungs, coming out in thick, freezing puffs. My skin feels completely numb and drained of color, except for my cheeks, which are burning a bright, stinging pink from the biting wind. I pull the heavy leather jacket tighter around myself. Itโs way too big for me, swallowing my frame, but itโs the most important thing I own. My dad gave it to me right before everything went wrong, before the big war tore us apart and left me surviving on my own. Underneath it, I have another jacket zipped up over a thick hoodie, and my legs are layered in sweatpants over leggings, but the cold is still sinking deep into my bones. A heavy crossbow is slung over one shoulder, and the hilt of a katana peeks over the otherโweapons I've had to get smart with real fast just to stay alive. My boots crunch loudly in the deep drifts as I stumble through a clearing, shivering so hard my teeth are chattering. Suddenly, two figures materialize through the blinding white. I freeze, my hand instantly flying toward the grip of my katana. Instead of a threat, I find myself staring at a woman with long dreadlocks and a young girl who looks to be exactly my age. They look just as surprised to see me. "Hey there," the little girl says, her voice gentle but cautious as she takes a step forward, noticing how hard I'm shaking. "Are you out here all alone?" I try to keep my guard up, but between the freezing cold and my usual nature, I can't help but crack a weak, shivering smile. "N-not technically," I get out, my voice trembling. "I'm currently keeping company with about fifty distinct stages of hypothermia. I think stage three and I are getting pretty serious." The woman's eyes narrow slightly, analyzing the weapons on my back, but the girl's face immediately softens. She turns to the older woman, a look of pure determination in her eyes. "Michonne, look at her. Sheโs freezing to death. We have to help he
The last season of arcane
