Art shivered against the cold wind that whipped his too long hair around his face. He glanced over his shoulder and waved as Cyn mumbled something under her breath. After he turned back around, he shoved his hands in his pockets and picked up to a light jog, trying to keep the blood following through his body at a slightly faster pace.<br/>As he jogged, he watched his breath made clouds in the cold air. A memory flashed through is mind and stayed for longer than he normally allowed them to. He smiled faintly as Cyn's childhood face came into focus, her hair still long and lose, she was never able to control it. As the wind blew her hair around, she faught with it, trying to trap it in a ponytail.<br/>Ash then jumped into view, as if it were a dream and not a memory, and told her not to. "Don't tie it up!" He shouted, cheeks red from the wind.<br/>"But I can't stand it in my face." She said. Sighing, Ash took the hair tie from her and tied her hair up gently.<br/>"There, now it's not too tight but it out of your face." He said and spun her around by the shoulders. He stopped her when she face him and kissed her forehead, as his mom did to his little sister. His lips tingled and he made a mental note to ask his dad what that meant. He was 14, but had always been like this with Cyn, and everyother girl that he got close to.<br/>He snapped out of the trance as he came to a road he had to cross. He looked both ways and bolted across. He didn't stop running until he got to his apartment door. He quickly unlocked it and slipped inside, leaving it unlocked for Cyn. He went to the kitchen and started to make some food. He didn't realize how hungry he was until now.