Warmth [A One-Shot]

One boy is walking, clusters of snowflakes tearing his face, and clusters of thoughts tearing his mind. A blizzard swallows him from the outside as he battles a storm of emotion on the inside. He feels just as blind in direction as he is in location. But what happens when he steps past the searing winds and stinging ice, right into the center of the storm? And in that very center, breaking past the blurred white, is a sun, pulsing and radiating in warmth?

This one-shot is entirely a work of my own. All characters and events are a product of my own imagination. This piece of work may be used in future works, but it is prohibited from being plagiarized by another person.