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The air was crisp, nearly refreshing as he took a breath but chilling as it grazed against his skin. A slight shiver ran through his body, a natural reaction to the sudden wintry weather that enveloped him completely. This served as the least of his concerns however; other, more prominent thoughts had had his mind engaged. His sudden presence within this city had him in a state of disarray; though the situation had been explained to him a noteworthy amount of times, the very concept was still unimaginable to him.
A soft abrupt moan pressed passed his lips; he retracted his arms from his sides and promptly folded them across his chest, an attempt to conduct heat to his now stinging fingers. His feet began to drag, feeling heavy as if they were lead—his quick and hard footsteps had now been struggling. Halting, he reclined back against a nearby wall, its uneven surface harsh on his back. Though he was cold, his head had been warm and aching—and that pain would grow ever more when his eyes met with the bright, unfamiliar lights that adorned the long streets.
The sadness that he had been repressing for awhile now had begun to wash over him, yet he had no tears to shed. His head hung low as his lids fluttered shut; the distant ambience of crowds chattering reached his ear along with the constant sound of the wind howling passed him. It was faint, but he could also hear footsteps that had seemingly been approaching him—those very same footsteps would cease soon after. He shifted slightly where he stood, arms dropping to his sides and subsequently he managed to glance up out of caution.
He met her gaze—though her eyes were striking, piercing almost, they had also had sense of compassion and warmth in them. Several moments would pass before his stare would begin to waver from her own—his brows creased slightly as his gaze peered down at the pavement beneath them. At a loss of what to do, he gave her weak smile of acknowledgement before stepping passed her.