Disclaimer: All characters used here belong to the Digimon franchise. I claim ownership of nothing except the ideas.
Big, white flakes fall from the sky in a gentle rain, covering the world below in a white blanket. The wind blows and the snow dances with it, creating lovely patterns in the air as it flies by. Everything is peaceful, and quiet.
Takeru and Daisuke sit on the balcony of their apartment, snuggled up under a thick blanket, watching the snow as it falls gently to the ground. They don't talk; there's no need. It's just a quiet, perfect moment that they want to share, as pure as the snow that tumbles from the skies.
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