All lay quiet in the town of Toronto, Canada. Millions of small snowflakes danced around the dark night sky, and they finally relaxed on the pavements, laying down to create a smooth, crisp layer of snow, this seemed to be an even more snowy than usual, even for Toronto, and was especially cold, too. Scott didn't seem too shocked about it though, as he his feet crunched in to the thick snow. Scott just frowned to ground as he continued to trample in to the snow. He decided to go for a late night walk down the chilly roads, seeing as he had nothing to do and no-one to tend to. Scott never really liked walking, he had often lied about it in the past, but he didn't, yet for some reason he just felt like walking, "putting one foot in front of the other", as he once said. He couldn't really concentrate, his head ached and he was feeling dizzy, so the unfortunate Scott had decided to clear his head. He closed his eyes, for a second, and then imaged Ramona Flowers; he imaged her pouting frown, her newly dyed red hair and her sorry eyes. But most of all Scott remembered the last words she said to him.
'I'm sorry; it just isn't working as well as I thought it would…' remembering her croaked words made Scott's ears ring and his head ache, he swung his eyes wide open with a grunt, throwing himself back in to reality. All of his body was painfully cold, yet he didn't care, he just carried on walking, walking, walking…
'I came to see you play' for a moment he froze again, as Scott remember the words a certain teenage girl, once again he closed his eyes but this time he saw Knives, it was back at the Amp vs. Amp concert, he saw her bright shining smile turn in to a broken frown, he saw tired her eyes swell up, he saw himself not caring. His hands seemed to scream out in pain, they were almost frozen, even dug deep in to the pocket of his large winter coat, the cold air continued to bite his face, sending a freezing sting in to his skin.
'Kim' Pilgrim stopped. Her cold green eyes were engraved in to his mind, they seemed to dart on to him were he stood, Scott didn't really understand Kim until now. She never stopped liking him, even after he abandoned her, left her alone and upset. Kim had just built herself up. And Scott would always be smashing her walls down without even noticing it. The browned haired "Hero" stopped to think how much pain he had caused, how much damage he has dealt to the people around him. The way he had lied to Knives, a madly in love, weak, young girl, had just been left and scammed, all so Scott could have what he wanted.
Ramona was gone. And Scott just realised that he deserved it. The shock stabbed in to his spine, he shivered but not because had he felt the blistering cold weather.