For @eurydiceflowers (Sorry your message glitched the heck out and deleted when I tried to edit it)
I was in the forest, this damn forest. It was winter just like back then. Maybe thats why I came back here. God only knows what else I'd come here for. There was a branch snapping behind me that pulled me out of my thoughts. I aimed my cannons at the sound before. My helmet was removed. "God Puzzles, you scared me."
He had a warm smile. "I didn't think you'd come back here, what with the... everything..."
"Why are you here?" I took my helmet from him and tucked it under my arm.
"You know, a little reminiscing, a little feeling pathetic and missing you, a little bit of impulses." He didn't look away from me, probably trying to read me.
"Nice, you feel better now?"
"Oh, come on now, why are you here?" He tilted his head with anticipation
"I don't... I don't know." Everything I had thought of was just a theory. "It's like something beyond me was guiding me here."
"Maybe we were meant to meet."
He posed the question so hopefully that I couldn't deny him that. "Maybe we were."
"Remember when we were kids?" He asked suddenly.
"Uh, yeah I guess," I was shocked by his nostalgia.
"We met up here, in this little clearing. You weren't sure what you wanted to do with your life."
"And I took your hand and we made snowmen and had a snowball fight and made snow angels."
"Just like kids should," I added a little remorsefully.
"Yeah, I wish I could go back. I've fucked so much shit up already. I wish I could start over."
"You don't have to start over. You could just do better today, and then tomorrow, and then the next day, and keep going like that till the end."
"How would you know?" he asked with genuine curiosity.
I shrugged, "I've got my own messes I'd like to clean up too. Sometimes it's easier to stop making messes than to clean up everything you've already made. Sometimes those messes clean themselves up after that."
"Huh... I'd love to try."
"Let's try right now." I bent down and made a snowball and threw it at his face. He wiped it off his screen with a giggle and then made one himself. He three it but I dodged it. He made another then another then another, stock piling them for easy throwing. We played in the snow for the rest of the day, both of us deciding to do better when tomorrow comes.