my pretty weeper
Your twisted thoughts are like snow on the rooftops
Please, take my hand, we’re in foreign land
As we travel through snow
Together we go

As he sits there, cold slowly creeping in from the on coming autumn storms, he is left with only his thoughts. All the things he has gone through this year, from lost love to to new adventures. And he is reminded, that even though things are bad now, it does get better. And with that, he is at ease.

Art by Walfred0 on Instagram (please go commission them!)
Character belongs to me
Lyrics are from Oh, Ms. Believer by Twenty One Pilots