117 Playmate [Special Chapter]

Winter.

It was Faustina's most hated time of the year. Everything was frozen, cold, and grey. The sun was barely peeking into the thick gust of dim clouds, and the trees weren't blossoming nor are plants bearing their fruits. Faustina did not like winter for many reasons. It reminded her of a distant memory she could barely remember.

The feeling of a cold surface in a lonesome place.

And winter had taken her back to that certain feeling.

"I'm going to go to town to get some supplies," Eula said, patting Faustina's head. "Really sorry, champ. I . . . kind of forgotten some things to buy. So stay put here, alright?"

Faustina nodded. "Okay. Take care, master."