A Hundred of Her Memories

by Timber Wolf of Purity

Xion - A Replica. A puppet. But who says she can't make memories of her own? With a heartless assassin and a nobody with a heart for friends, anything is possible. Why not falling in love? "I couldn't have done it without my trusty side-kick." "Side-kick? I prefer partner-in-crime at worst, and your-illustrious-highness at best." In the end, true love will conquer over evil.

62. Cold

A Hundred of Her Memories

62 – Cold

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Xion's limbs were like lead, weighing her down. Slowly, she sunk into the deep snow, loosing consciousness.

She couldn't feel anything except slight prickling all over her body. The cold was literally eating at her bones…

…wait, she wasn't cold. Sorta…warm.

Axel found Xion lying way off of the path, buried in the newly fallen snow. He picked her up carefully. She was freezing. Axel enveloped her small form, sharing his heightened body-heat.

"…'m cold…" she whispered hoarsely.

Axel sighed in relief. She was awake. As long as it stayed that way, she would be okay.

"I'll keep you warm, just hold on."

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Well, my birthday is this Saturday, so I'm going to try treating you guys before taking a break for myself. ^_^ Hope you enjoy this!

Timber Wolf