ON HOLD -- Vik burrowed his numb hands deeper into his pockets. It didn't offer much warmth, though; the cold breeze could still find its way in through the many holes in his worn jacket. As he walked to his usual place, his feet crunching the few bits of snow that had fallen in the previous couple of days, he decided one thing. He hated snow. -- TRIGGER WARNING: the following story contains the use and selling of drugs as well as content that may not be for all audiences. Read at your own risk. [For more information, contact the authors.] Updates every Friday! Collab with @IveDiedMoreThanOnce (Green) and @PhoenixGirl1288 (Phoenix)
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