Who knew this day would come?

He had never remembered autumn fondly. The season was always a transitional period between summer and winter, alternating between comfortably warm and annoyingly chilly. Now, it might as well be his favorite season, as it now represented nothing but safety and new beginnings. It had been cool on their walks before, but his long hair had always acted as a thin, yet effective protection against the cold. So, when the wind swept the area, rustling trees and weaving in his hair, nipping at his ears, it sent a shiver down his spine. The sudden chill didn’t even feel unwelcome, it was cold, sure. But it was cold in a way that also gave him a sense of relief, if that made any sense. Perhaps it was because it was the opposite of the bone chilling cold that had him pressing himself closer to the damp floor to try and absorb warmth of any kind. Instead, it gave him a jolt of energy and was hardly even a concern with the number of layers he was now wearing.(note that this is the sequel of the first fic in this series, so I recommend reading {the world is cruel, but we don't have to be}, first.)