The snowy pavement rushed up to greet me, and I had no choice but to greet it, as well, with open arms. Over my clumsy fourteen years, me and the ground had become pretty close buds, and it’s rude to ignore a hug from a friend. What was a broken nose in exchange for friendship? What was laughter and pointing in exchange for humility? What was snow, grit, and cigarette ashes in your mouth in exchange for…ah, damn it all. I fell down.

Hi to all! This is my first post on Ficly, at least since I changed my account. Anyone remember a “skycastles”? That was me. Unfortunately, I lost that account somehow. But I’m here to avenge that loss xD