(Chapter POV: Mouse)

We were sitting on a bench the night after being released from prison. We were in there because Spray Paint punched a cop while he was drunk. The cop was really nice, though - he gave us pillows for the night. It was the most comfortable we'd been for months, since we were homeless.

"Too bad we couldn't stay in there for longer," I thought aloud. "It was kinda cozy."

"Yeah, but hey," Spray Paint said. "At least we got this bench for tonight!"

Oh, Spray Paint, I thought. Always so positive.

"I guess this isn't the worst place to sleep," I added jokingly.

"We'll be sleeping in nice, big beds eventually," Spray Paint said.

I couldn't help but feel a bit down at that sentence. That was severe wishful thinking, especially since we weren't stealing things anymore and we couldn't find jobs. Still, though, I couldn't bring Spray Paint down with me.

"Definitely," I said instead of the contradictions that wanted to come out of my mouth. After all, he could be right. I just needed to wait a bit

I closed my eyes for a minute. It was peaceful in the park, which sounds weird because you'd expect people to be at the park. Then again, it was kinda chilly today.

I felt something land on my USB.

I opened my eyes to see a snowflake. It was snowing.

I looked to my left to see Spray Paint staring up, hope in his eyes.

I smiled a bit.

"I do hope one thing," I said.

"What's that?" Spray Paint asked.

I looked up at the sky, snow falling onto the ground.

"I hope I never have to leave you."

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